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Angel
Angel, come back to me, spread your wings and fall, back to earth. I'm here, angel, come find me, I'm somewhere between Heaven and Hell.
Jessica SmithPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Piers
Creative and influential are the sounds at the piers. My soul peers out absorbing the element of ambient ripples. Whispers in the wind blow by for
Zombies
Zombies. The Undead. Walkers. The cannibalistic risen dead go by many names, the most common derived from the Haitian word "zombi."
Megan BurtonPublished 7 years ago in GeeksMidsummer Day's Dream
Trolley rails burrow in the charcoal black asphalt, purple and green and yellow beads dangle from tree limbs and mingle with
Makeda JacksonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Brush and Canvas
Late at night here I lay awake wishing upon a star It's 3 a.m. yet all I can think about is death Here I lay wishing I could sleep and never awaken to a new day
The Living Daylights Turns 30
Okay, you might be wondering what kind of BS I am trying to pull here by not writing my own review of The Living Daylights. After all, I reviewed The Lost Boys, Adventures in Babysitting and La Bamba, so why not celebrate 30 years of Timothy Dalton's version of 007? The answer is simple and oddly controversial; I am not, nor have I ever been, a fan of the James Bond movies.
Sean PatrickPublished 7 years ago in GeeksChampagne
If joy was my enemy once Why now has it gone so long Long after my breath is catching From the place my heart is gone I can't see the sun when my heart feel like this
Hope InwardPublished 7 years ago in PoetsYou
You: Ice is cold. And it burns Just the thought of it sends shivers down my spine Your face as I look at it- frozen Unknown whether out of stone, or in time itself
Ramon FonsecaPublished 7 years ago in Poets