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Poets of the Night

rock_dinosaur
[Current Location |Edinburgh]
[Current Mood |busy]

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application for admission [Aug. 5th, 2007|10:23 pm]
Poets of the Night

coexist_love
Name: Lauren (aka coexist_love
Gender/Age: Female 17
Location: United States
What is Your Favorite Poet?: I love Diane Di Prima.
What is Your Favorite Poem, and Why?: My favorite poem is Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note by Amiri Baraka for its philosophical tone.
Favorite Style: I enjoy writing in all types of styles including sonnet and free verse. Mostly I've been doing alot with mentor texts and free verse and combining the two.

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Please vote and thank you so much for your time
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new in here [Jun. 16th, 2007|05:20 pm]
Poets of the Night

hazelmypal
[Current Mood |indifferentindifferent]

at times life feels strange and hollow 
unaffected by pain and sorrow
untouched by death
away from home 
away from self 
in a world of 
unknown known
.
detached i feel as if nothing can touch me ,
not you 
not any one else
far way where no one can reach
beyond limits ,beyond the horizon 
in a world of bizarre thoughts 
that seem my very own
i find myself living
though um out alone
in my loneliness i live the best of my life
for my thoughts are my life.
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I am seeking acceptance. [Mar. 29th, 2007|02:56 am]
Poets of the Night

g4rth
( I hope you are receptive to prose poetry.Collapse )
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New Member, please vote for me! [Mar. 18th, 2007|06:42 pm]
Poets of the Night

starbuck1980
[Current Music |Helena - My Chemical Romance]
[Current Mood |okayokay]

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(no subject) [Nov. 1st, 2006|08:16 pm]
Poets of the Night

paleperfection
Once lived a life of joy,
of pride and happiness too.
Got everything I wanted,
my wishes all came true.
But then you came along,
came along and changed it all.
My life fell into pieces,
and that's when I took the fall.

I felt like life was over,
like there was nothing more.
I lived a life of violence,
of pain and blood and gore.
Then I started to realize,
there really was a way out.
An escape to all the misery,
I never knew about.

So I wrote you one last letter,
and In which I said my final words.
I told you how I felt,
how inside I was really hurt.
I cried my final tears,
and then it was time to go.
I swallowed 40 painkillers,
this later on you'll know.

When you open the door I lie there,
lie there on the ground.
You stand and look in terror,
nobody makes a sound.
You'll never ever see me,
for now I've left you all.
As time goes on please realize,
that this was all your fault...
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madlib [Jan. 16th, 2006|02:10 am]
Poets of the Night

incendiary_eve
 
fill in the blanks:

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

incendiary_eve
History

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

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

toxicpoison



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]
Poets of the Night

ladycatherina
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