soft wisper
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| short | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| short | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| you come back again | 0 | 03/08/2009 |
| cut her open | 0 | 02/09/2009 |
| help paint these walls | 1 | 02/07/2009 |
| join me | 2 | 01/23/2009 |
| suffercation of mind | 4 | 01/20/2009 |
| never knowing | 3 | 01/20/2009 |
| just a single red rose | 4 | 01/16/2009 |
| so sublime | 3 | 01/15/2009 |
| so cold | 6 | 01/15/2009 |
| ill see through those eyes | 3 | 01/15/2009 |
| soft wisper | 1 | 01/14/2009 |
| really short just a thought | 2 | 01/11/2009 |
| i thought you were my friend | 5 | 01/11/2009 |
| Tear down the walls | 3 | 01/11/2009 |
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