New Desire
I can smell the rosesPoetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| New Desire | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| My Way | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| My Father, Not My Dad | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| Morality | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| Marooned | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| Magick | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| Lost In Time | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| Lost | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| Life's Course | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| Easier to Do | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| I'd Rather Die | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
| I Wonder | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Grey | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Good-Bye | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Forever the Father | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
| Forever Lost | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Fall | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Everything Lost Along the Way | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Cursed | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Creature of the Night | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Blind Bitterness | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
| Beauty | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Always True | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
| Aftermath | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| A Whole New World | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
| A Story of Me | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
| A Child's Nightmare | 3 | 10/08/2009 |
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