Hated Life
I'm blind to love, i see evil through my voice. Iprecpres commented on Hated Life
07-13-2009
07/13/2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| WHAT NEXT? | 4 | 09/20/2009 |
| The Last Sentence | 1 | 09/04/2009 |
| CELL IN A BLACK SOUL | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| I yell through my eyes, my tears become my words, {part 2} not really. | 1 | 07/13/2009 |
| I yell through my eyes.......be cuase my tears become my words ...... |
0 | 07/13/2009 |
| WAR OF THOUGHT AND ACTION | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| The Idea of Sex, and Yours? | 2 | 07/13/2009 |
| The End of the Begining | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| The Un-Morning | 1 | 07/13/2009 |
| In Love With Death | 1 | 07/13/2009 |
| What Am I | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| Hated Life | 1 | 07/10/2009 |
| I | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
| I CAN NOT FIND US | 1 | 07/10/2009 |
| WHAT STRANGE NEW WORLD | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
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