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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 6:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 9:12 pm
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Jina Everlong There once was a girl named emma, whose sister was quit a delima, she screamed and cried till pop dries her eyes there once was a girl named emma. its a limerick!!
Hey! I wrote a lymerick like that!
There once was a writer named Emma, Whose stories did pose a dilema She said, losing heart, "I don't know where to start!" And so, just for now, she will end-a.
...don't judge to harshly. It's the product of insane writer's block. sad
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 9:54 pm
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 6:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 2:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 4:15 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 3:57 pm
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This poem was written last minute, but whatever. And hi!
There is a girl I know, who's heart stinks of guilt, and thinks about the streets, and the empty promises they harbor.
She dreams to feel, any love besides her tears, and she dreams to trust, and to laugh in the warmth of another.
She dreams of daisies, of the sweet smell they carry, and she dreams to run, from the life that she's made.
Because life is a thing built of sorrow and disgust, but hope is the power, of love against distrust.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 4:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 4:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 8:34 pm
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Another written in a minute one. Why are all my poems extremely emo?
My heart is strewn, across the streets, lying in the hands, of selfish beasts,
Yet I know no boundries, my heart yearns for more, for more love, than they could ever show,
The angels in my sleep, turn to ghosts when I wake, and the blood of their victims, runs close with my heartbeat,
Yet I am not scared, I am only scarred, for the sun, my sun, will produce no shadows,
And the stains on my fingers, don't phase me at all, because the end is near, I will fight for the fall.
I really need to start writing these down somewhere besides here.
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