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Paris, FranceNick Sweet
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I dropped my book down onto my chest when Julie came into the bedroom. She was wearing a pair of white knickers and nothing else. ‘How was it there today?’ I asked her as she climbed into bed beside me.
The blunt, unyielding ladmarlexcantor
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By the highway used to stand
The blunt, unyielding lad
Held tightly by the mighty hand
Of his kind, caring Dad.

“Too tightly me you grab,”
Cried the lad to his Dad.
“Am as clamped by a crab,
‘Tis hurting me so bad!”

“Look across, there I find,”
Further whined the child.
“A boy like me with no binds,
Running free and wild.”

As these words the lad spoke,
Untitleddannyrothschild
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What other way to write a love poem? than by your lover’s side, early,
before his dream starts to fade
and the sun starts painting patterns on his face.

What other way to write a love poem? than by writing it in red ink
in an old journal you never thought you’d use,
but kept because you liked the texture of the cover.

And what other way? than to write it in cursive and long lines,
Memoriessenator
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I
cry in the
rain

memories of you
rise in the rainbow

painting smiles
in the sun...
Ladies and Gentlemencshao818
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Men and women, boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen – we have an issue, and that issue is the difference between how males and females are treated. People are separated based on their gender, both socially and economically, with women generally left with the short end of the stick.
A Love Filled Heart Without BloodARQ
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Painless.... Yes,
However; I'm Hurting.
It's A Painless Pain...
One That Hurts Of The Highest Level...
One That Only You Can Take Away...
One That I Wish To Live Without...

My Feelings Were The Undeniable Truth
The Pinnacle Of Happiness
Thus, My Love For You
Is But The Fraction Of Satisfaction.

Signs That Forewarned Were Batted Aside
The Impending Sorrow Strives Unstoppable
Don't Get me Wrong, Technology is Great--But ...darolina18
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Current time: 6:30 a.m. Location: my bedroom. Situation: about to be awakened by my cell phone’s alarm. How I dread hearing that ring tone in the morning. When it suddenly goes on, I press the snooze button, knowing that in a couple of minutes the noise will start again. Indeed in a five minutes or so, the alarm went on, and once again I pressed my favorite button.
Desperationcrimsonlove
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Quietly Annie closed the door behind her making sure it was tightly locked. Her eyes stared blankly into her disgusting reflection. She hated herself. Annie glared into the reflection her hands falling hard on the black/grey speckled granite counter top. Thoughts of detestation ran through her mind as her eyes scanned over her own body.
Those Daysspaclo
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We all have those days.
Those days the sun doesn't shine.
Those days we pretend everthing is fine.
We don on our mask's once again.
Those days that never end.
Those days we stare in the mirror
Could things be more clearer.
We need to climb this mountain.
No matter how hard.
No matter how bad we want to quit.
Then and only then we can throw our mask's away.
Talk About LucyWindress
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II. Talk About Lucy

Lucy could slap the boys
in class, and then laugh aloud
when they did nothing
but clench their fists.

She thinks control
is like memorizing numbers.
A way to cheat, without knowing
the answers to your problems.
Living in a Pink Worlddarolina18
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Shall I meet an affection more explicit than theirs?
Know theirs: they’ll forever be united,
Within sickness, health and perhaps in a few despairs,
Even Cupid couldn’t be more delighted,
Proud He wanders, claiming a merit for his making,
They are instantly locked in a pink bubble:
Where the doves are always talking
Steps Towards The Screendeola324
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LAGOS-NOVEMBER. Silver linings, glittering without recession, was
glinted on the surface of water by the rays of light from the halogen
lamp. The corona cladded moon, interrupted occasionally by nebulas,
beamed
flashes of light that shimmered on corporeal features on the patio:
patina on balustrade, panes of glass on doors and windows, varieties
in
vegetation…
WednesdayMarfutka
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She watches him browsing the gallery, snapping hors d’oeuvres off the plates, hungrily swallowing food and washing it down with cheap wine that the gallery owner generously offers to everyone. She bumps into him. He apologizes. She laughs at his awkward gestures and sincere apology. She studies his pale young face, shy eyes and scruffy long hair. He is different.
Chocolate Cakeb.schwartz
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The slender tendrils of its aroma seduce
my senses. I hunger for its source.
The vapor enthralls me and I walk toward it
Unable to escape the alluring force.
My bereft stomach growls
And I quicken my pace.
When it starts to rumble
I let loose and race
toward the kitchen.
Bursting through the door
I see the gorgeous brown
of the cake that I so adore
EverythingDipsLady
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Your eyes sparkle
like the diamonds on the water,
Only the fields of wheat
have the same yellow brown as your hair.

The green in your eyes;
the same color as jewels,
The softness in you voice is calm,
The roughness can be cruel.

But nothing can deter me from your appeal.
Sometimes, when I look at you,
I swear, you are perfect,
and not even real.

Our love is never senseless,
That Which was Not Ainhumvarunshetty00
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He woke up to the persistent pinching pain that seemed to come from the ends of his left hand. He opened his eyes, without moving another muscle, and looked down the length of his arm that ran below his head. The light came in from the window, in splendid whiteness and there was red at the horizon.
RoofTopsellamai
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I used to live on the rooftops. We all did. The seven of us.

I guess we wanted something of our own, and up there we had Whole Cities, whole skylines. Those views. To anyone else we were, seven silhouettes on a vertical horizon. We stood on that which shadowed the concrete world of fused days below us.
Room 666darolina18
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Dark clouds were covering the once clear blue sky ,while the white and blue lights form Clark’s motel sign were blinking in an unusually fast pace: Blink-Blink-Blink-Blink-Blink—all in two seconds. Then, the lights lost power and abruptly switched off. It was pitch dark now and silence was heard everywhere.
Life in Vibrant Black and Whitemeilani
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Rich aromas of mama's doted teh jahe,
leaves soaked overnight and brewed to perfection,
reach my excited nostrils and make me long for adulthood.
Not too long later the sour fragrance of ikan asam manis
join the delicious dance through the humid atmosphere,
and I picture the lively little fish, seconds before it is killed and bludgeoned,
And One Last CelebrationKyleeann.smith
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The alarm was so loud. I set it at max volume because I was convinced that I would sleep through its beeping and miss my plane. I have never been able to sleep through an alarm before, but I figured that I was in a new phase of life, starting college and all, and if I was going to do something for the first time now would be when. My roommate moaned and shrunk under her foamy comforter.
Moonlite RideJexter
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Moonlite Ride

Through all of this wordplay, it is surely inevitable and inescapable that you become bewildered or vexed at my obscurantism. It may speak to thee, though illumination will strive to evade grasping hands. But then, no good mystery is easily solved, and the moon holds to the mystery of ages….
Comets Are Boringjake_whritenour
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Comets are beginning to bore you.
They lack the glisten your hair streaks,
crossing through entangled streets filled
with alarming cars and concrete stars
that last a life time.

Strangers litter your name in vains,
shooting dust just to gain a different kind
of smile. Your eyes, glazen under the
moon as you stare into a cosmic
lagoon of murky clouds and mudpuppies
On a lot of thingsOn a lot of things
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No one knew where the song started from, and no one could ever know. Not even the person who had started it.

Silence the voice of this stormy wind
and give me peace
Peace that more pleasantly calls
than a lover's whisper on her lover's ear.

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