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"your poetry is so obsessed i like my madmen cold" - james douglas morrison
 
Title Date Posted Date Created Ratings
Votes Creativity Form Imagery Overall
  feeling a bit tipsy you might say 09/16/2003 09/16/2003 This Poem Is Currently Not Rated
  i do not exist inside of this. 09/17/2003 09/17/2003 1 Brilliant Outstanding Flow Vivid Memorable
  it doesn't work for everybody. 09/19/2003 09/19/2003 This Poem Is Currently Not Rated
  it's a disease in itself; a saga of the scattered sorts 09/17/2003 09/16/2003 This Poem Is Currently Not Rated
  i wanted to play scrabble once. i don't remember much after that 09/17/2003 09/17/2003 This Poem Is Currently Not Rated
  my browns are hashed. 09/19/2003 09/19/2003 This Poem Is Currently Not Rated
  sea men drown(s) on nights like these 09/17/2003 09/16/2003 This Poem Is Currently Not Rated
  second-hand smoke 10/2/2003 10/01/2003 1 Brilliant Outstanding Flow Vivid Memorable
  talking to myself again 09/17/2003 09/16/2003 This Poem Is Currently Not Rated
  what you really need is a beer and a friend who doesn't talk 09/18/2003 09/17/2003 This Poem Is Currently Not Rated
  who's afraid of the big bad wolf? 09/18/2003 09/18/2003 1 Brilliant Outstanding Flow Vivid Memorable
  you are not the muse here. (adult) 09/18/2003 09/18/2003 This Poem Is Currently Not Rated
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