sometimes...
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| spaceman | 0 | 05/19/2012 |
| d~e~s~t~r~o~y ~e~d |
0 | 07/30/2011 |
| either way.... | 1 | 10/23/2010 |
| ReStLeSs | 0 | 06/16/2010 |
| Rubble | 0 | 05/04/2010 |
| Weeping Soul | 0 | 12/11/2009 |
| Can't... | 0 | 12/10/2009 |
| Voiceless.... | 2 | 12/10/2009 |
| Nothing More | 0 | 11/10/2009 |
| The Bleeder | 3 | 10/26/2009 |
| My Heart | 0 | 10/19/2009 |
| Desecration | 0 | 10/13/2009 |
| So I do Nothing... | 1 | 10/11/2009 |
| whispers | 0 | 08/25/2009 |
| the candle | 1 | 08/22/2009 |
| death of a soul | 0 | 09/14/2009 |
| unwritten | 0 | 08/07/2009 |
| Dammit! | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
| closed | 0 | 01/24/2009 |
| building | 0 | 01/24/2009 |
| unlearning... . |
1 | 01/24/2009 |
| my demons | 0 | 01/23/2009 |
| waiting for it to happen | 0 | 01/23/2009 |
| to the point | 0 | 01/23/2009 |
| love is like | 2 | 01/23/2009 |
| damaged | 0 | 01/23/2009 |
| sometimes... | 0 | 01/23/2009 |
| true self | 0 | 01/23/2009 |
| Shouldn't | 0 | 01/23/2009 |
| without--i wrote this when i was 16 | 2 | 01/14/2009 |
| hmmmmmmmmmmm | 0 | 01/14/2009 |
| I will | 1 | 01/14/2009 |
| Ominous me | 2 | 01/14/2009 |
| the naive cynic | 1 | 01/14/2009 |
| the 'un' me | 2 | 01/14/2009 |
| praise hurts her... | 1 | 01/11/2009 |
| Inquiry | 0 | 01/11/2009 |
| My War... | 3 | 01/11/2009 |
| My.... | 0 | 01/11/2009 |
| mind........ | 1 | 01/11/2009 |
| Image.. | 0 | 01/11/2009 |
| Boo Hoo... | 3 | 01/11/2009 |
| PANIC... | 0 | 01/11/2009 |
| I wonder... | 0 | 01/11/2009 |
| She.......... . |
1 | 01/11/2009 |
| 53 truths about me | 1 | 01/11/2009 |
| Novacaine | 0 | 01/11/2009 |
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