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    I Like My Body When It Is With Your By e.e.cummings

    i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite a new thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again...
    akindheart akindheart 56-60, F 67 Responses Jan 15, 2011

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    Lovewriter1 Lovewriter1 46-50, F 1 Response Jan 31

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    You don't want to love - your eternal

    and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere. D. H. Lawrence
    beautifullybroken29 beautifullybroken29 26-30, F 1 Response Jan 27

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    e.e. cummings: "i like my body" i like my body

    when it is with your body. It is so quite a new thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which I will again and again and again kiss...
    LilMissNiteOwl LilMissNiteOwl 41-45, F 2 Responses Jan 29

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    I'm pretty sure my 8yr old stepdaughter will

    have some work published some day (if the Hollywood superstar thing doesn't happen first)..but in case it takes a while here's her first published work..text to me by her elder sister this morning. "I wonder why The moon is high It's like a pie Up in the sky" Bl**dy genius...
    GalateaSpheres GalateaSpheres 36-40, F 8 Responses Nov 5, 2015

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      I'd like to share with you a poem

    that I made. It's called 'A Rose On Concrete.' Tell me what you think! "Dreams are nothing but absurd That's what they choose to believe, Oho! They must have never heard About the rose that grew on the concrete, Why do they choose to be blind When the truth is there to see...
    RVLP RVLP 16-17, M 6 Responses Jan 20, 2015

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    "Other Paths"There must be other pathsMore

    winding, tangled,Into sweet nothingness,InsignificantSleeping hidden, overgrown,darker, deeperRock bound pathsmisted and rain drenched,Where with one misstep,You might stumble,You might slip,If you are lucky,Into a real life.~Jl Stanley~ 
    deleted deleted 26-30 8 Responses Jan 3

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    Left alone with him, he undressed my

    mind;bathing me in sweet acronyms,traced upon curve in calligraphywhile whispering in prose our dreamsand...he'd dip his quill; inking upon my skin,noun's and verb's I'd absorb into my heartthen...my poet, whispers again sweepingme off my feet in syllabic count;taking control of...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 13 Responses Nov 2, 2015

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    “Choose love not in the shallows but in the

    deep.” Christina Rossetti.
    bethturner bethturner 26-30, F 2 Responses Jul 30, 2015

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    Dear stranger extant in memory by the blue

    Juniata, these letters across space I guess will be all we will know of one another. So little of what one is threads itself through the eye of empty space. Never mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love. From "The Book of Nightmares" by Galway...
    HazelMotes HazelMotes 51-55, M Jan 30

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    I wish I wrote the way I

    thought Obsessively Incessantly With maddening hunger I?d write to the point of suffocation I?d write myself into nervous breakdowns Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing And I?d write about you a lot more than I should -Benedict Smith-
    beautifullybroken29 beautifullybroken29 26-30, F 1 Response 3 days ago

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    'Dangerous'"He was different

    than the others. He was exciting and made her feel things she had never felt before, touching secret places of longing inside her, she never knew existed. He did alarming things to her heart and mind she couldn't explain. He was deliciously dangerous and that's exactly why she...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 13 Responses Dec 4, 2015

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    I Want To See You...

    “I want to see you.Know your voice.Recognize you when youfirst come 'round the corner.Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left.Know the lift of your heel,the glide of your foot.Become familiar with the way you purse your lipsthen let them part, just the...
    Diablessse Diablessse 46-50, F 6 Responses Oct 25, 2013

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    If I Showed You My Teardrops.

    Erin Hanson If I showed you my teardrops, Would you collect them like rain, Store them in jars, That are labelled with "Pain", Would you follow their tracks, From my eyes down my cheeks, As they write all the stories, I'm too scared to speak, Would you stop them with kisses...
    TulipBaby TulipBaby 41-45, F 2 Responses Jan 31

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    Nobody listens to your pain,

    you've got no lover. Nobody reads your book, because they don't like the cover. :(
    Wisdom8 Wisdom8 41-45, M 5 Responses Sep 10, 2014

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    And if the old man climbed out of the cart

    and stretched himself (things were gathering pace now) and looked at where the pump had been that the soldiers had blown up so that nothing should be left standing, and complained, saying, “What are we going to do about water?,” he, Michael K, would produce a teaspoon from...
    HazelMotes HazelMotes 51-55, M Feb 1

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    Edna St. Vincent Millay: "I Know I Am But

    Summer To Your Heart" I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing; And I have...
    LilMissNiteOwl LilMissNiteOwl 41-45, F 1 Response 5 days ago

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    I did not plan on crying today.

    My mascara isn't waterproof! "Everything in my head went quiet. All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don't really get quiet moments. Even in bed, I’m thinking: Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did...
    glassbonespaperskin glassbonespaperskin 18-21, F 6 days ago

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    I’ve walked the tideand collected not

    just shells,but the voice of the sea,the Moon and Sun reflected,the hands of the waterrushing to touch, rushingto pull me close and tell mestories of love and bitterness.I’ve collected the play and cryof gulls and doves and pelicans,the crawl of crabs, footprintsand hearts...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 10 Responses Jul 21, 2015

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    Do not go gentle into

    that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying...
    WatchTheWorldBurn WatchTheWorldBurn 18-21, M 2 Responses Jan 27

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    My favorite line from "The Old Astronomer to

    His Pupil" Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
    kayla459 kayla459 18-21, F 1 Response 6 days ago

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    I woke to a jealous sunrise.

    A sunrise that couldn't beg my attention. She screamed reds and cried yellows. Giving up, she sat and joined me in a quiet day dream of you.
    DeepCee DeepCee 46-50, M 5 Responses Apr 21, 2015

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    I came across a poem

    which has been running through my mind for some time. Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote the poem, "Who Am I?" shortly before he was executed in a German concentration camp in 1945. I find the words challenging, yet comforting. Who am I? They often tell me, I come out of my cell...
    westernguyyes westernguyyes 41-45, M 2 Responses a week ago

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    ~There is Pleasure in the Pathless

    Woods~ There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in it's roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal, From all I may be, and...
    deleted deleted 26-30 9 Responses Jun 17, 2014

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    She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron She walks

    in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless...
    neeia neeia 41-45, F 4 Responses Nov 7, 2014

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    It's Funny How "friends" Can Just Leave You When You Are Down

      it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry it's funny how forever never seems to last it's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past it's funny how “friends” can just...
    garvan garvan 46-50, M 8 Responses Apr 18, 2011

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    All she ever wanted was

    unpredictable kisses and unforgettable laughter. -BV
    FindingDali FindingDali 41-45, F 4 Responses Jan 29

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    As I sit on my sill, I watch the world pass by.

    The cars pass in a hurry, not taking in the scenery. As I sit on the sill, I watch the world pass by. The people just strolling by, ignorant to the beauty of life. As I sit on the sill, I watch the world pass by. Nature turns from Spring to Summer. Summer to fall And suddenly we...
    PictureFreakk PictureFreakk 16-17, F Jan 31

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    Beautiful Women ~by Walt Whitman

    WOMEN sit, or move to and fro--some old, some young; The young are beautiful--but the old are more beautiful than the young. Walt Whitman
    deleted deleted 26-30 9 Responses Aug 6, 2012

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    No eyes but yours, To look deep into mine,

    To see my heart and soul. No lips but yours, Pressed firmly to mine, Soft, warm, intoxicating... No hands but yours, To hold tenderly in my own, To feel them moving over my body, Thrilling and arousing me to my core. No arms but yours, Holding me and pulling me So close to you...
    hardbargain hardbargain 56-60, M 4 Responses Apr 28, 2015

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    she wrote lonely on her body because that's

    what she was and ugly on her mirror because that's what she saw but she never once felt my lips writing perfect on every single inch of her aka
    FindingDali FindingDali 41-45, F 4 Responses 6 days ago

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    I want to be your star You are

    my star I want to be your star You already are I want to be your star You're raising the bar for there is no brighter star than the star that you are❤️
    Sharpcookie Sharpcookie 61-65, F 2 Responses 5 days ago

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    A Hero by Robert William Service Three times I

    had the lust to kill, To clutch a throat so young and fair, And squeeze with all my might until No breath of being lingered there. Three times I drove the demon out, Though on my brow was evil sweat. . . . And yet I know beyond a doubt He'll get me yet, he'll get me yet. I know...
    Lacrimosadies Lacrimosadies 18-21, F 4 days ago

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    Unending Love

    I seemed to have loved you numberless times, in numberless forms... In life afer life, age after age, forvever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear around your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age...
    deleted deleted 26-30 18 Responses Sep 3, 2013

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    Happy National Poetry Day to all fellow

    admirers of free verse.In celebration of what I regard as quite an important day, I'd like to share this little nugget of pure beauty.   
    JosephinaBallerina JosephinaBallerina 36-40, F 2 Responses Oct 8, 2015

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    The tender touch    Of your lips      

    Against mine          Is all that       I ever  Need toMake me relax
    deleted deleted 26-30 12 Responses Jan 7, 2014

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    The Storyteller She has a bookshelf

    for a heart, And ink runs through her veins, She'll write you into her story, With the typewriter in her brain, Her bookshelf's getting crowded, With all the stories that she's penned, Of the people who flicked through her pages, But closed the book before the end, And there's...
    beautifullybroken29 beautifullybroken29 26-30, F 1 Response Jan 31

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    The Magic of Believing She was the kind of

    person Who would find magic on the ground, As though the secret to real joy Was something left lying around. She'd pull it out of library books, Their pages ripped and worn, And swore that she could see it In the air before a storm. If you're wary of believing Know I'm no...
    beautifullybroken29 beautifullybroken29 26-30, F 2 Responses Jan 31

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    I miss cities that I never visited,

    the books I have never read, the hearts I have never broken, the tears I have never shed. I crave for the love I never got, the thoughts I never had, the smiles I never showed, the person I never was.
    LiquidSunshine1 LiquidSunshine1 46-50, F 5 Responses 5 days ago

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    I wish I wrote the way I thought; Obsessively,

    Incessantly, With maddening hunger. I'd write to the point of suffocation. I'd write myself into nervous breakdown, Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing. And I'd write about you a lot more than I should. Benedict Smith
    FindingDali FindingDali 41-45, F 4 Responses 6 days ago

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    " a joke your life is a joke your face is a joke

    and it's call cause you're a joke and your mommy and daddy are both a joke. jokes fkin jokes and giving birth to ugly arse jokes YOU..A poor joke you pathetic little fkin jokes. hope you like the poem about a joke.. your life story-a joke :) "...... It is from an EP user...
    knap22030 knap22030 41-45, F 2 Responses 6 days ago

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    'Passion's Rose'In the silence of my heart I

    feel this flowering;budding with every whisper against my soul,calling; enwrapping me within his ambrosiaas each silken petal brushes against softness,I bow demurely into his maleness.Looking out upon the horizon; I glimpse oursilhouettes entwined in the midst of goldenrays...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 13 Responses Jan 20

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    The Road Not Taken ~Robert Frost~ Two roads

    diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth Then took the other, and just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted...
    deleted deleted 26-30 10 Responses May 11, 2014

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    ....so I wrote this in November.

    ..and I know it's kinda bad but I still want to share it. I see the fires of the souls of those around I see the pain and torment of everything The lies The abuse The injustice of the world I see all this and want to bring True Harmony back to this realm. The balance The...
    krystae72 krystae72 22-25, F a week ago

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    Ik Dil walon ki basti thi jahan chand aur

    sooraj rahtay thay Kuch sooraj mann ka pagal tha kuch chand shookh aur chanchal thay basti basti phirtay aur har pal hanstay rehtay thay phir ik din donon rooth gaye saray sapnay toot gaye ab chand bhi us waqt aata hai sooraj jab soo jata hai badal shab say kehtay hain sooraj...
    zainshah1 zainshah1 26-30, M Jan 29

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