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Title: Ode to Autumn

By: John Keats


Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease;
For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,

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Nov 9, 2009 03:46 PM - Classic - by John Keats

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Title: Colorado

By: BoyWonderHD


I came out of the south by H.S. I was on that east side
Always followed my mom, backseat of each ride
Jumped to the passenger, I was old enough to do it
My views changed up, she looked at me and she knew it
She thought she blew it
When she sent me to that midwest
I saw the truth, the lies
Shit hit me about mid- chest
I was in denial
My outputs were inputting data I couldnt file
He stood and smiled
as if I was blinded and I couldnt see
Saw things an 11 yr old shouldnt see
It couldnt be
Fate played the record still
Ill seeing him spill from that peda-still
Chills
Like a pill whose intent was meant to kill
Forreal
What doesnt kill you make you stronger right?
Not me
What didnt kill me made down to fight
Strength was a by-product of my yearning to never again feel this way
No pain has ever matched to the hurt i felt that day.

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Dec 29, 2009 12:50 PM - Life - by BoyWonderHD

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Title: What A Dad Will Do For His Daughter

By: Cheryl D\'Aprix


What a Dad will do for his daughter is rock his sick baby girl
until the sun peeks through the darkness
letting him know the night of worry is over.

He will take her small hand in his and walk slowly as she takes her first
walk to the ice cream shop to share a cone full of heaven on earth.

He will sip from the tiny tea cup she has set in front of him
and in harmony with the stuffed animals carefully placed in their seats
he will sing the praises of her great hospitality.

He will sit through dance recitals and fashion shows
where he is the only audience
and will clap with the enthusiasm of a thousand people.

He will take her fishing and play soccer,
and introduce her to the world outside
as if just experiencing it for the first time himself.
Perhaps he is.

He will sit with her through sweat and tears over homework
that was supposed to be turned in the day before
and he'll smile as they finish, seeing her relief.

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Nov 9, 2009 04:06 PM - Life - by Cheryl D'Aprix

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Title: Only You

By: Dawn Nissen


With you, it's all about
voiceless communication-
always knowing exactly what to say,
but never actually having to say it.

When no one seems to be listening,
you hear.
When I hurt but don't show it,
you know.
When I turn away to hide my tears,
you see.
When I feel like I can't get through to anyone,
you understand.

Your eyes glow just for me,
and I know you're proud.
You flash your magical, healing smile my way,
and I know everything will be all right.

You know everything there is to know about me.
You know what worries me,
what keeps me up at night,
and what shames me so badly
that I can't share it with anyone.
Most importantly, though,
none of those things bother you.

You've restored my faith in people
and proved that there is a thing
called true friendship.

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Nov 8, 2009 02:28 AM - Friendship - by Dawn Nissen

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Title: Ozymandias of Egypt

By: Percy Bysshe Shelley


I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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Nov 9, 2009 03:49 PM - Classic - by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Title: Just Me....

By: HazelPassion


When will I come crashing down .. When will this be all over.. This need of forfillment is getting too heavy for me to carry.. Being satisfied may just not be reachable as yet. with friends who betray or mates who bare to romance . I will not be satisfied fully until I meet my demands. I will not settle because you claim to be there i will continue doing me . Your born alone you accomplish alone you die alone ... mom and dad are the guiders and everyone else are bumps and barriers.

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Jan 10, 2010 07:05 AM - Life - by HazelPassion

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Title: Sisters

By: Psqahs


Why is it that sisters tease?
Can you tell me please?
They always make me cry
with one mean lie.
Why is it me,
They don't like to see?
All I did was love you!
Do you have no respect?
Or is it 'cause you have
to be perfect?

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Nov 9, 2009 04:06 PM - Life - by Psqahs

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