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madlib [Jan. 16th, 2006|02:10 am]
Poets of the Night

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The fox drags its  soft  belly
Over the  tracks , the crimson
Of  blood  burst with a mild  sound ,
Soft as  tripe ,  stemmed  as roses.
Over the  wheel  that feels  nothing ,
Whose  arc  can give  death ,
The fox  points elsewhere .
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(no subject) [Dec. 2nd, 2005|05:25 am]
Poets of the Night


On the stool,
the fat lady sings
through a gramophone in-
to a micro-

The record
is broken.
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(no subject) [Nov. 29th, 2005|01:17 am]
Poets of the Night


Of my twisted heart that lies within,
I feel it hurting against my skin.
Harder, faster as seconds go by,
Clinging, to the last few beats of life.

Soaked and dripping of a crimson stain,
Bleeding away the poison and pain.
Empty is my soul, dead is my core,
I am nothing less or nothing more.
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Here's my entry :) [Jul. 21st, 2005|03:28 pm]
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(no subject) [Apr. 24th, 2005|03:04 am]
Poets of the Night


this community looks bored. please look at what i say.
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(no subject) [Feb. 21st, 2005|01:10 am]
Poets of the Night
[Current Mood |peacefulpeaceful]
[Current Music |elliott smith - xo]

fo shizzle, this place is dead.
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Promo! [Dec. 9th, 2004|10:05 pm]
Poets of the Night
[Current Mood |bouncybouncy]


It's brand new and needing a nice little base of members. Will be moderated as soon as tomorrow morning by 2-3 comical people with looovely personalities and insights. I've noticed that this place has kind of died down. o_o

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have you ever... [Dec. 5th, 2004|12:55 am]
Poets of the Night

likte someone that already has a boyfriend or girlfriend, but they do stuff with you anyways?

entranced in what is wrong

i believe
what is wrong.
forgive me
for my mistake.
i am only
my life
is filled
with sin.
you are
but i dont
to what
people say.
i like you,
so you
will be
more than
a friend.
forgive me,
i am entranced
with your
i am
only human.
and mistakes
forgive me
for my sins.
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a poem written at 4 a.m., in under 3 minutes. \m/ [Nov. 22nd, 2004|04:37 pm]
Poets of the Night

-the pinnacle-

At the pinnacle of darkness,
the scene ends in silence.

For this chapter of my story,
there will be no fairy tale ending.

happiness is an unreachable virtue,
as a letter pains me
more than any words
that you could ever say.

repeating forever within my brain.

I revisit the lines
hoping that my mind
has made a mistake.

but your silence answers
me in dismay.

and i fall 6-feet
into my inescapable grave.
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(no subject) [Oct. 7th, 2004|01:47 pm]
Poets of the Night
Yesterdays Sacrifice

I beat him senseless, the beast in heat,
surpassing a sense of want into me.

Instantaneous smiling overcame the scene,
warmed thighs under glowing eyes.

He planned to leave the day before tomorrow,
But tamed long enough to stay the whole night.
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