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Hair looks pretty red to me.
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I want Vicky to read something depressing. Maybe T.S. Eliot's The Wasteland. If not, she can what till Sunday and read the football results to me if she likes.
Blueberry Hill as a poem) but pick something that's entirely in English, please.
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damn! I have my own erotic poem I could read to you all!!.. yes its dark too... very dark...
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I think Jaydee has light brown hair or dark dark blonde... perhaps some red tints to it... but I dont remember it being red...
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This thread is almost as fun as the personal pictures thread! lol
Hmm, getting sick and twisted when we are all at our most personal. Coincidence?
Hmm, getting sick and twisted when we are all at our most personal. Coincidence?
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Does it involve a mixed grill?
A fire within burns from within
more brighter as it consumes me
I begin to move with the rhythm
as sparks seem to ignite.
A ritual dance between bodies
soaked in the sweat of the mating.
And as I cry out, I look at the God before
I see the glisten of blade
as its plunged deep within my heart!
Silence fills the night,
the chanting is no more
the warmth is replaced by
the coldness of death
as the red flows down
against the slate of the altar
my eyes stare open wide
into the night sky,
My heart stops beating
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No its an erotic poem I wrote.. here is the last two parts of it.. without the last 2 lines... because that holds the title of the poem...
A fire within burns from within
more brighter as it consumes me
I begin to move with the rhythm
as sparks seem to ignite.
A ritual dance between bodies
soaked in the sweat of the mating.
And as I cry out, I look at the God before
I see the glisten of blade
as its plunged deep within my heart!
Silence fills the night,
the chanting is no more
the warmth is replaced by
the coldness of death
as the red flows down
against the slate of the altar
my eyes stare open wide
into the night sky,
My heart stops beating
A fire within burns from within
more brighter as it consumes me
I begin to move with the rhythm
as sparks seem to ignite.
A ritual dance between bodies
soaked in the sweat of the mating.
And as I cry out, I look at the God before
I see the glisten of blade
as its plunged deep within my heart!
Silence fills the night,
the chanting is no more
the warmth is replaced by
the coldness of death
as the red flows down
against the slate of the altar
my eyes stare open wide
into the night sky,
My heart stops beating
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Is it about a couple making love during a house fire?
you want to see the rest of it? I can send to you via pm
That poem doesn't rhyme. All poems are supposed to rhyme, don't you know that?
When it comes to poetry, many people automatically think of the singsongy rhymes of Shel Silverstein or the flowery words of Shakespeare. However, not all poems rhyme. These poems fall into the free verse category.
Dude, it was a joke.
I have been writing poetry for 18 years.... but not a full time thing.. just when I get inspired...