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User	BusterLILblock | 2007-09-19 |
Subject	untitled
Message	ummmmmmmmmmm dont got nuthin sry

User	ruejacobs | 2007-09-12 |
Subject	swingcurve
Message	Swingcurve s w ing cu rve (cut) hot p e bb les (bruise) blue rain tree frog (kiss) mud rock (dog-bite) soft ruin red cloud (grandfather) say it say it’s not (important enough)

User	Nickygirl | 2007-09-10 |
Subject	untitled
Message	That boy has always been there. The boy who cried under the tree because his parents had beaten him again. The boy who stood alone in the rain, when all others were warm inside. The boy who lay on the flat rock in the forest, praying that God would take his life away. The boy who’s eyes were wild as a dog. But his face told the real story. The boy who threw pebbles into the stream as he ran blindly across its banks in a rage. The boy who floats like a cloud through the lives of most. With only a simple wisp of air as he darts through their destinies Unnoticed. The boy whos face is grimy from mud. The boy whos hands are caulused by hard labour. That boy who has never known a kiss, never known a mothers loving face.

User	nidawi | 2007-07-28 |
Subject	Unnatural
Message	The tree that gored her, An unnatural bruise lies with them all. She the rain licks and makes them all moan To see the eyes of mud gurgling forth to invade their roots. A bite of surprise makes the trees waver and enclose themselves from the cut of red leather, A hole of escape, so sharp and so hot that Inside she is all blue, And just a hide outside, So soft and detestable to all of nature Which she hugs to say how it cools the hollowness she feels.

User	moonlitsky | 2007-02-17 |
Subject	kiss
Message	<i>and then it happened sooner than she’d expected better than she’d hoped for soft hot and as cool as the night</i> kiss on the bench under a tree kiss on red leather couches kiss under the influence of booze kiss to heal the cuts and bruises kiss on cab rides at three am kiss after a hug to say goodbye kiss and say nothing at all

User	| 2006-12-10 |
Subject	untitled
Message	Such a hot night. Clouds stained the wide-eyed moon like bruises; My throat’s sweat drizzled down my shirt; Incandescent fingers rained down on gutters That had lain thirsty since February. City unwavering, This defiant hive spits on a curse that, To our grandfathers, Was ruin. A million mouths to bite this spiteful air, A million hands to cut out a vein of the earth, One blessed explorer to tap us an aquifer. Smoke-dark rocks bow black overhead. Storm-drain slots snatch my heel; I narrowly avoid a fall. This city would not catch me if I had.

User	Kasper187 | 2006-11-30 |
Subject	I miss her deeply
Message	As I sit under the lone tree I look down at the paper And blood is all I see Thinking if I never see her again will she remember(me) Like the taste of her sweet kiss And the hug of her desire I sit longing for this , Pain I miss to fall unto the hot fire... Like the fall of the rain These tears fall so deeply Missing her soft touch which kept me sane And looking into her blue eyes just freed me Like the death of a brokenhearted animal When his soul mate is no longer with him My heart cries for her to make me full Once again and no longer so empty Lost in words I could never say Here I sit alone in ruin without your love In the taste of sorrows’ deep bite, I lay Within the shadows of hate as my rage rises above Like this bruise on my heart which discolors the pain I think of love and can’t help but hate Like sharp cuts on a broken man Under the tree I sit just wanting it to end...

User	auntwheezie | 2005-11-12 |
Subject	untitled
Message	little frog cold and lonely sitting in the watery mud each eye brightly dark like wet pebbles gleaming in the moonlight as the cloud wanders over the moon all you leave behind as a reminder of your presence is a sharp non-wavering ribbit echoing in the dark little frog remember this important thing as night fades to day don’t kiss the first dog that comes along unless she’s dressed in red leather.

User	Lady Ankou | 2005-11-05 |
Subject	untitled
Message	Lonesome memories ring in my head. As rain falls down upon me. Like a rock, Unmoving, I stand still, And watch the innocents, Mere pebbles, Drift away, overtaken by the storm. An eye from above watching me From within the clouds, Threatening me. The wind curves away from me And the stars fall down to bite me. In my heart I know, I was warned, But my heart has been cut. The gray ruins the sky, And in surprise I watch As a soft, cool breeze passes through, And the storm starts wavering. With this sharp change The tough setting passes And a beautiful blue takes its place. The wind here hugs me And the hot sun seems to bend down to kiss me. This change at last sets me free, Though still left with a bruise, I can move on.

User	Oli | 2005-07-22 |
Subject	untitled
Message	Wow mr., that is fantastic! Great imagery. Very cool poem!

User	mr. | 2005-07-15 |
Subject	untitled
Message	Wavering on the importance of tough hugs after saying sharp red leathered words which ruined the soft blue cloud kiss under the cool rain saving tree, nothing more was said. Her biting rock eyes cut the hot mud from my mouth turning words to stolid pebbles. The usual bruising backlashes had no return, instead a surprise swing curved coming down upon my frowning dogged look, knocking the frog out of my throat and into her hands to disect.

User	Brack-Attax | 2005-06-22 |
Subject	I like swimming
Message	The clouds looked bruised to my surprise. Then a rain drop fell and kissed me on my eyes. It was cool, then hot----by my raging emotions, the sun was supposed to be there, nomore beach, nomore sun tan lotion. fog moving in, mud being made. trees getting showered on, sparkling like jade. A sharp wavering blue then cut through. This was very important but could it br true? "Can I go swimming now? " I wrote in the window within the morning dew. I knew the answer, sadly enough. I made a bad desicion yesterday, and was put into cuffs.

User	Rokhal | 2005-06-22 |
Subject	untitled
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User	Rokhal | 2005-06-21 |
Subject	untitled
Message	I remember I used to throw pebbles at frogs. Should have used a spear. And I climbed trees higher than you could. One night I bit through all my chicken bones and sucked out the marrow. My mother never kissed me, so she never smelled the wild mushrooms on my breath, But she taught me how to mend my bruises-- Years after that, clouds ruined her crisp eyes, But though I tried, I never hid my limp from her. Surprise-- On my birthday I fell in the ravine And learned how soft my ankle was-- The water is always cool, But too long touching, it freezes. You forgot your fear of mud. You slid down unwavering as the bank grew teeth to bite your hands, And I almost had to carry you out when you landed. But you struggled up, trying to carry yourself if you couldn’t carry me, Smearing blood on my arms until Pa came to Alf’s whining, And we collapsed on the Chevy’s red leather.