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    esheepy  38, Female, Canada - 94 entries
02
Apr 2011
11:24 AM
   

Where AM I demonstrating integrity to yourself? Doesn't integrity require conviction?
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    charlax  71, Male, Arizona, USA - 744 entries
01
Apr 2011
10:51 AM
   

ici

April one foolishly advances if not for her own husband, who is constantly on the road attempting to sell more units for his boss, who blames his money-focused approach to life on his shabby upbringing by his father, who often lost jobs (and even a finger once in a car factory) while daydreaming about becoming a great writer like his favorite poet, who chose composing stanzas over spreadsheets and as a result found himself often worried late into the evenings about how he would manage to pay his rent while realizing he had absolutely no one left to blame save himself. late at night when i should be asleep excerpted from Robert Brewers poem ed.note.ed CharlaX Poetry Five Lines of Freedom In the eye of the Clergy your husband will not save himself but wind up keeping you from going inn to Glory but shortly you will see the truth again In the Laymens terms selling items for the living is not work but feeding frenzy needs the job the husband will be home to sleep to love you more then ever more IN her own eye she wishes she could give the Father back the finger give the finger to the Father of the Man From the passing stranger the point is the poem he wishes to write poetry he must be homeless to fulfill his destiny from no viewpoint in 100 April years God will stop these fears he will wipe away your tears for YOU my April fools who live inn loving Harmony Anne McWilliams version instead details swim, paddling back from the brink of ruin, bearing down hard on middle age life's wrong turns have brought me to my knees eternal questions cannot be taught all i have is a voice, what you have heard is true choices can take everything away not even born as promised, a premature life knows there is misery enough in this world no one exists alone fair warnings long outgrown, i shut the door to turn energies towards a file drawer, spring cleaning no sacrifice seems trivial time always finds the hole a silent appeal confronts years left stands at the foot of my bed each morning ready to start over ed.note.ed the end of poems in America Aprils Fools
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    Chelly  52, Female, Nevada, USA - 9 entries
31
Mar 2011
2:06 PM
   

Love is the strongest drug...

"We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared for is the greatest poverty. We must start in our own homes to remedy this kind of poverty."
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    Browneyedbomb  67, Female, Texas, USA - 11 entries
31
Mar 2011
2:08 PM EST
   

Checking this out

So, this is how it works.� I get to write my deepest darkest secrets down for the world to see.� Hummm.� I'll think on that one for a bit.�

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    charlax  71, Male, Arizona, USA - 744 entries
30
Mar 2011
10:05 AM
   

ici

elen is missed by eye
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    SimplyMe  28, Female, Georgia, USA - 5 entries
28
Mar 2011
11:14 PM CST
   

So Misunderstood

I'm a 14 year old girl with the mind of an old woman!� I just need a place to express my feelings when nobody wants to listen to me.
�For the past couple of weeks I have been in deep thought about serious stuff. My future, my self image, and my thought process. I have come to realize that, like everyone else, I am afraid of my future. I faulter at the face of the unknown.
�Questions rack my brain, and leak inside every gap of thought inside of my head. Will I have my own family. Will I be loved? What will I look like? Who all will still be in my life? If only I knew the ending result to my destiny... Well not really the ending result which would obviously be death but more like... Where my life is headed.
�I also feel very misunderstood. Again, I am a 14 year old GIRL! I should be worried about the latest styles and boys and friends and stuff. But no, I'm worried about my future. I don't care about making friends, I don't have many anyway. I think it's because most people my age are so immature. Most everyone at the school I attend are very loud and obnoxious. I'm quiet. I'm very shy, and I have a very low self esteem. Yes, I have had major crushes on boys, but they all end up the same way. I'm too shy to talk to them. And I'm too self counscious! I always think that I will never be liked by any boy because I'm just an unlikable freak.�
�Desperate to find answers, one day I asked someone if I was ugly. They said no, but I don't really get called ugly a lot. In fact, many people have always called me pretty. I remember people would stop my mom to express how beautiful her children are. But I think it's all lies. Nobody wants to look like a jerk telling the truth about an ugly persons looks. Heck, they would even lie to a baby. My mom told me that there was this guy friend of hers that saw me when I was a baby and he said he was going to wait for me to grow older and he would marry me. I cried when my mom told me this, but I never have, and still don't believe it's true.
�Another thing. People think I'm stupid! I'm not stupid. I may not be confident about the way I look, but I am VERY confident in my smarts, and I know that I am VERY smart. I may have average academic grades but I have a lot of COMMON SENSE.�Sure I'm ignorant when it comes to being popular or talking out of turn and whatever else most people my age do, but I�DO know how to�confuse�people older than me. I do know how to make older people think I'm something special. Because I'm a deep person.�
�Well... Writing all of this has really helped�lighten my mood and I might do it again sometime... :)

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    erickarogers123  36, Female, Texas, USA - First entry!
29
Mar 2011
10:03 AM
   

SNAKES

I AM SCARED OF SNAKES BECAUSE THEY CAN HARME YOU AND I AM ENLERGIC TO THEM
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    kipppa  50, Male, Hungary - First entry!
29
Mar 2011
3:36 PM CET
   

kép

k�p �s hang
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    charlax  71, Male, Arizona, USA - 744 entries
29
Mar 2011
10:06 AM
   

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OLDTime Possessing this laptop makes me appreciate the old typewriter the deadline's the bylines the entire procedure was work. They did the typing it was slow. They did copies they did blogs they did real newspapers in the past mistakes is what they ruled out. The edit went quick for they did not do type ohs. Bukowski in my Opine is not the poet. He lost me in the Motel. Roaches is not similar to humans in parody they degenerate the similarities. What some people get in satisfaction of the grunting of guttural sex is lost in his perfidy performances running the show while timeing his sessions with slow burning cigarettes. It is not good to speak ill of the dead poet. Yet eye think he will not here this unlikely prose poem to my face. I did the misfortune of hearing this poet read this poem when he told them to stop on the tape to get the break he lost me his avid listener. Eye tell you people my poems seem like fresh milk compared to one Bukowski poem. Eye will not knoeingly listen to not one other poem he did write. Froggy went to courting he did write poetry with lust for filler hate for spite. Eye tried twice to access his Official website the error is permanently there. NOthing is sacred. NOthing human is written in stone. Mortality for some is swallowed up in death long live poetry for one more Day. This is no paroDay. This is no tribute. He is the gutter. Some of us rise above it.
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    satinlady  65, Female, Florida, USA - 46 entries
29
Mar 2011
5:35 PM CST
   

" Loving Hands"


Your loving hands that brings so much pleasure,
�that were so soft and tender, to have known more
hours than those that died in one night of kindling
�wine and faded flowers.
Your loving hands that I have kissed finger by finger,
� I left a brcelet on each,made by my lips.
� loving hands,mine all one night with such delight.
�i will always recall those loving hands,that was mine one
� night,But no longer is mine ,but life go on and we forget.


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1 comment(s) - 11:38 AM - 08/12/2011
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