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Jules KD
- The Beautiful I...
- Last Record: 2013-04-26 09:34:13 -0700
- Joined: Sep 06, 2010
- http://la-belle-laide....
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Pretty much what it says. Just trying to organize. :D
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This does not fit in with a round robin. I'm sorry for letting this run away with me, but gosh, it really got me thinking. I'm aware that I fixate on death, because I've seen a lot (too much... |
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I WISH: I wish for people to enjoy this poem. I worked hard on it and it still kind of makes me proud. ^_^
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(What happens when the person you thought was "The One" doesn't live long enough to answer you?)
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In slender arms alive I clutch my prey in summer months, a love for me to hold one that I know I surely must betray and in the sun my story will be told |
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I WISH: for a reading, or an illustration or something, maybe. One that's better than my own, because I can't draw. :D
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in the goldening leaves and the shortening days we wandered all wond'ring up to the corn maze
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(A rondeau is a loop, since it has to en... |
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"I see you have fine taste," the Wolf said, eyeing my basket of flowers, |
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My love for the world is something prodigious: agape perh... |
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Can anyone guess my riddles? :D
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Your hands are so human, their youth and chill astound me to ... |
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Good day, Little Red Riding Hood What are you doing wan... |
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these are the shards of the mirror, cracked and these are the musings and dreams so abstract these are the grackles under the cloak and this, the reflection of n... |
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While reading this wannabe
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the truth floats down the river and it's ever, and it's ever, a glistening shard, just a sliver rock fragment sherd a stuttered ... |
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with a one-loop-diagram and always more than zero value the god particle is the answer to no question yet under a cracked glass ceiling an observer to beyond reality<... |
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Last light before dark, |
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Once your worth to me was dragonflies on parchment dancing through a book ... |
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Murky, clouded, this creative lens tonight and glass (still cracked) could bear a clever cleanse tonight. A absent thing, this word, if you can hear it? it sp... |
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Huntsman: So, Red. Tell me how you ended up getting eaten by the Big Bad Wolf.
Red: Well, I was on my way to my grandmother's... |
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