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Post by Mikepoet on Jan 17, 2012 10:00:48 GMT -5
At this point in our mortal evoloution we go to the Doc. for pain and contusions what so many cannot comprehend we can fix ourself from here within.
Topic: Brainpower.
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Jan 17, 2012 10:13:43 GMT -5
Think,Think,Think is all i do i am gonna burst a blood vessel or at least turn blue...
Next word: Yummy
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Post by Mikepoet on Jan 17, 2012 11:28:07 GMT -5
That was a good one Val.
Don't waiste the taste from mustache to tongue savored scent all day what looks like a plum.
Topic: sensual
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Post by Rhiannon on Jan 17, 2012 19:20:48 GMT -5
Beating hearts come together feeling the need of one another two become one exploding in totally ecstasy
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Post by Mikepoet on Jan 18, 2012 19:52:04 GMT -5
Good poem need topic lol
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Post by Rhiannon on Jan 18, 2012 23:14:20 GMT -5
Oh Sorry Mike
Topic: Heat
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Post by Mikepoet on Jan 20, 2012 1:48:14 GMT -5
Far more alive than when cold this individuals choice out lined in the soul its silly its chilly when warmth is gold to quiver and shiver as life unfolds.
I kind of copped out by using unfolds. Almost cliche.
Topic: Narc ism
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Post by Rhiannon on Jan 20, 2012 9:19:05 GMT -5
thy beauty of myself I see oh I how I adore me do others think the same when they hear my name
Topic: mysticism
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Post by Mikepoet on Jan 20, 2012 13:30:20 GMT -5
Metaphysical unprovable is things like this but necessity of humanity to hope it exists otherwise reality is all that surrounds when dead its all over no ghost no funeral sounds
Topic; compendiums
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Jan 21, 2012 9:18:53 GMT -5
from page to page knowledge flows and endless stream to feed the mind and perhaps the soul
Next Word: Malady
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Post by Mikepoet on Jan 21, 2012 21:09:53 GMT -5
As I walk into the hospital there are those that wait on some thing or their he or she some teary eyed some one soon die of some dreaded decease.
Ice Castles
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Post by Rhiannon on Jan 21, 2012 21:50:45 GMT -5
made from crystals of snow a glistening tower is made for a queen with a heart so cold that it is only place for her to live
Topic: Discombobulated
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Jan 21, 2012 23:01:30 GMT -5
mind races in circles inevitable stumbling over itself and than it stops to laugh.
Next word: Self Loathing
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Post by Mikepoet on Jan 22, 2012 12:01:46 GMT -5
I look into a mirror, all that I see the presence of my hate is me the stones I gather in a pile to throw rejections reflection stop personal growth.
Topic; Better
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Jan 25, 2012 21:54:41 GMT -5
It is improvement I seek, in all that is life, and I’ve worked long to find all that is right. Reaching an impasse I search for a light and find that what I lack is my better half.
Topic: Tempest
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