The Deep Dark Time
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| M.A.D | 1 | 08/23/2009 |
| A Moment It Time | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| Drama | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| Push | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| Image | 1 | 08/23/2009 |
| Point Of Sight | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| Scream'n | 1 | 08/23/2009 |
| CRAZ | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| Loss, It's OK | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| MOM 3x's | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| LIFE | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| EMOTIONS | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| Help Me, I Can't | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| DRUGS | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| The END | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| Freeze | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| People | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| Friends | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| Feel | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| CRY | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| The Deep Dark Time | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| Dear Dad | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| I'll Allwayz Be Here | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
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