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DyingBurningPoetry: Poem72: My Shoulder Says I Love You
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These are my poems. The numbers in the titles indicate the order in which I wrote them, they have nothing to do with when they were posted. Please tell me what you think. My personal favorite is poem 91: It Was Me. It's in the November 2004 Archives. The rights to all poems published on this site are reserved. Sunday, December 05, 2004. Poem72: My Shoulder Says I Love You. Hold you as I kiss away the pain. You cry on my shoulder. I love the way your face fits there. I hate to see you in such pain.
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DyingBurningPoetry: Poem107: Adamant/Unyield
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These are my poems. The numbers in the titles indicate the order in which I wrote them, they have nothing to do with when they were posted. Please tell me what you think. My personal favorite is poem 91: It Was Me. It's in the November 2004 Archives. The rights to all poems published on this site are reserved. Sunday, December 05, 2004. Rooted in the earth. I will NOT be moved! I will NOT be moved! Posted by DyingBurningFighting at 3:09 PM. Links to this post:. San Jose, California, United States.
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DyingBurningPoetry: Poem157 Liar
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These are my poems. The numbers in the titles indicate the order in which I wrote them, they have nothing to do with when they were posted. Please tell me what you think. My personal favorite is poem 91: It Was Me. It's in the November 2004 Archives. The rights to all poems published on this site are reserved. Wednesday, January 05, 2005. The best liars, tell the truth all the time. To better disguise, thier lies. And I am the best of liars. For I, never lie. At least, my sweet, not to you. . .
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DyingBurningPoetry: Poem163 Untitled
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These are my poems. The numbers in the titles indicate the order in which I wrote them, they have nothing to do with when they were posted. Please tell me what you think. My personal favorite is poem 91: It Was Me. It's in the November 2004 Archives. The rights to all poems published on this site are reserved. Wednesday, January 05, 2005. With words that mean. It's all so hollow. . . I ask for truth and all I get. Am I the only one who sees? Posted by DyingBurningFighting at 11:09 AM. Links to this post:.
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DyingBurningPoetry: Poem96: Halloween
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These are my poems. The numbers in the titles indicate the order in which I wrote them, they have nothing to do with when they were posted. Please tell me what you think. My personal favorite is poem 91: It Was Me. It's in the November 2004 Archives. The rights to all poems published on this site are reserved. Sunday, December 05, 2004. People walk in masks. I like to scare the kids. That come to my door. I answer it with. A bloody machete and. A rubber severed head. I throw open the door.
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DyingBurningPoetry: Poem88: Death Flies
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These are my poems. The numbers in the titles indicate the order in which I wrote them, they have nothing to do with when they were posted. Please tell me what you think. My personal favorite is poem 91: It Was Me. It's in the November 2004 Archives. The rights to all poems published on this site are reserved. Sunday, December 05, 2004. Death flies on wings of black. Stalking me, seeking me out. I see her, on her spidery thin legs. Her robe, tattered remnants. Her sickle held high. Links to this post:.
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DyingBurningPoetry: Poem92: Future
http://dyingburningpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/12/poem92-future.html
These are my poems. The numbers in the titles indicate the order in which I wrote them, they have nothing to do with when they were posted. Please tell me what you think. My personal favorite is poem 91: It Was Me. It's in the November 2004 Archives. The rights to all poems published on this site are reserved. Sunday, December 05, 2004. There was a man. Who saw the future. It was a curse. He saw the deaths. Of his friends,. Even as he first met them. He saw the suicide of his father. He saw his own death.
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DyingBurningPoetry: Poem134: Untitled
http://dyingburningpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/12/poem134-untitled.html
These are my poems. The numbers in the titles indicate the order in which I wrote them, they have nothing to do with when they were posted. Please tell me what you think. My personal favorite is poem 91: It Was Me. It's in the November 2004 Archives. The rights to all poems published on this site are reserved. Sunday, December 05, 2004. Sleeping, one day, dreaming. I found I was thewind. Floating, free fall, fickle. Through your gardens grass. One day, waking, sleepy. Thoughts of you remain.
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DyingBurningPoetry: Poem161 Untitled
http://dyingburningpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/01/poem161-untitled.html
These are my poems. The numbers in the titles indicate the order in which I wrote them, they have nothing to do with when they were posted. Please tell me what you think. My personal favorite is poem 91: It Was Me. It's in the November 2004 Archives. The rights to all poems published on this site are reserved. Wednesday, January 05, 2005. I'll never find someone. Who fits. . . I'm unhappy with most people. And it seems so slim I'll find. Someone who can make me feel. . . What I wish I could.