lennon
graceful, dying in a pool of dismay, written in a banket of life,was he to be immortal ?Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| dripping in the memory of a recent past | 1 | 01/10/2010 |
| lennon | 1 | 01/10/2010 |
| wtf? | 7 | 12/22/2009 |
| Sanction | 10 | 12/22/2009 |
| exit | 5 | 07/23/2009 |
| silly lil' nightmares | 7 | 07/18/2009 |
| slideways on a heartstring.. . |
6 | 07/29/2009 |
| p.s. dreaming of you | 10 | 01/25/2009 |
| p.s. dreaming of you | 3 | 01/25/2009 |
| Evaporated | 4 | 01/25/2009 |
| UNTILTED | 7 | 01/17/2009 |
| a small notion of childhood | 16 | 07/18/2009 |
| bravery beats the coward | 8 | 12/16/2008 |
| coming through in waves as she panics | 6 | 12/16/2008 |
| Fled to Death | 13 | 07/18/2009 |
| 'long walks to nowhere' | 8 | 12/14/2008 |
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