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Published on 29th October 2014 11:49am
Written by clickclack7
I'm so tired but i cant go to bed,
I'm to scared to face the demons in my head.
My room is filled with scary monsters and vicious fiends,
I try to escape back to reality but nothing is what it seems
My life is one endless dream. Wait, i meant nightmare
If you want to see whats in my head, be ready for a scare.
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Published on 29th October 2014 11:33am
Written by DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn dkzksaxxas_DanielX
~ "well, mostly I was
        projecting 'my'
   interpretation of the way AA**
might have thought he meant
             those words to mean.
wee can never really 'know' what
others are 'really'
      saying, thinking, feeling, but
our ego (unconsciously) makes
us think-we-know  some
       'reality' about stuff if it
even remotely 'fits' the
positive-or-negative (convenience) poles
          of our unawares ego-agenda[s]
 
("There is no truth. Only interpretations."...
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Published on 28th October 2014 8:09pm
Written by snugglebuck

 Once upon a time there were three little businessmen; one owned a hardware; the other owned a five & dime and the other had a small grocery. Now these three little business men all belong to Jaycees.
 If you're wondering what a Jaycee is, well that's a fancy name for a small town Republican.
 One day all three little businessmen were gathered at the Jaycee's meeting. When all of a sudden the doors and windows slammed shut and locked. Everything went dark, except the TV that came on expectedly.
 On the TV was no other than Mitch SAW McConnell ...
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Published on 28th October 2014 6:06pm
Written by The Word And Verse Muggle
The following questions are taken from a profile of Scottish author Ian Rankin for bookshop chain Waterstone's:
http://www.waterstones.com/waterstonesweb/pages/content/1285/
Now all but two have been posed to our resident polygamist HHMCameron:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/HHMCameron/
-What was your favorite childhood book?
Piers Anthony - A Spell for Chameleon

-Which book has made you laugh?
i've lost count... books a whimsey, non sequiturs mostly much of Piers Anthony's work

-Which book has made you cry?
...
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Published on 28th October 2014 6:05pm
Written by The Word And Verse Muggle
The following questions are taken from a profile of Scottish author Ian Rankin for bookshop chain Waterstone's:
http://www.waterstones.com/waterstonesweb/pages/content/1285/
Now all but two have been posed to our resident bad girl Gg78:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Gg78/

-What was your favorite childhood book?
 
Fish face by I don't remember the author
But cute book about bullying! I always hated bullies this book just made me hate them a bit more

-Which book has made you laugh?  
Fifty shades of grey,...
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Published on 28th October 2014 3:48pm
Written by MirandaS. lolweirdgirl
It’s always hot in here. It’s 6:32 a.m. and as a small bead of sweat threatens to roll down my face, I can’t help wondering how this mass of mobile metal turns into such a sweat shop. Shutting my door, I allow myself to breathe in the humid fragrance of the front seats and greet my ever-cheerful friend. Strong waves of aroma, much like that of rain and sweat mixed together with subtle traces of oil and exhaust, fill my nose at the sound of my door slamming shut. “How are you?” a chipper remark flits from my mouth as I scramble with the grimy and stiff seatbelt. My bag is thrown behind the...
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Published on 28th October 2014 1:24am
Written by The Word And Verse Muggle
The following questions are taken from a profile of Scottish author Ian Rankin for bookshop chain Waterstone's:
http://www.waterstones.com/waterstonesweb/pages/content/1285/
Now all but two have been posed to our resident super hero DystopianMelody:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/DystopianMelody/
What was your favorite childhood book?
Harry Potter and the philosophers stone, still one of my favourites just for the nostalgia.

-Which book has made you laugh?
Almost every chapter about Mat in Robert Jordan's wheel of...
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Published on 28th October 2014 1:24am
Written by The Word And Verse Muggle
The following questions are taken from a profile of Scottish author Ian Rankin for bookshop chain Waterstone's:
http://www.waterstones.com/waterstonesweb/pages/content/1285/
Now all but two have been posed to our resident Doctor, Madame Lavender:  http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/MadameLavender/

What was your favorite childhood book?
I don't recall any one specific favorite book, but there were series books I enjoyed--"Little House on The Prairie"
series, by Laura Ingalls Wilder, and all of the Jenny Linksy stories by Esther Averill.
...
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Published on 27th October 2014 10:36pm
Written by Pishashee
Ladybugs mean no harm,
they are only there because
of the lovely roses that lay
hosting their supper; (aphids).
 
The ladybugs are gathered
on the windowsill  today,
they were gathered
on the windowsill yesterday,
and they’ll do it again tomorrow;
I bet there's a million of them,
  
I must be the luckiest girl in the world,
for the sweet little things they are...  
      
                                 ....... and they have joints.
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Published on 27th October 2014 9:32pm
Written by Pishashee
It was the perfect  
shade of temperature,  
in the perfectly  
colored October,  
and the wind was beautiful,
 
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DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose: Diary Entries, Letters and Articles

Published on 27th October 2014 5:25am
Written by Austin Rura Austin_Rura
in a eutopia, in a heaven that just seems so out of reach everybody just dismisses it, everybody cares about each other.
there in each others business raising each others kids helping each other. every bodies each others friend and got each others backs.

now a days we just feed on hearing about that couple that didnt raise there kid well.

yes its not your job to raise there kid or help there relationship, but as fellow human beings it would help the collective good of humanity thus making the world truly better if people actually gave a shit about each other.
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Published on 27th October 2014 2:01am
Written by Paul Summerscales diddi
 

RAF Bardney
all is well ,all men alive
it's the 12th of January
1945 .

Batons are waving
they're clearing the ground
it's the eighth hour
and raining , Merlin engines
they growl
access is granted
one final belt down
engage to the axles
for a full power, throw out
the Lancaster's
gone weightless
on a U boat pen
attack
practically defenseless
the crew of seven
they never
looked back.

Airborne ...
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Published on 27th October 2014 1:50am
Written by Austin Rura Austin_Rura
There is now a very real and very safe cure for cancer. It's called Concentrated Cannabis Oil. Look that shit up it just might save your life one day if the mainstream is too fucking stupid and greedy to save your life for you.
Now.
The 1920's Prohibition against alcohol simply did not last; it did not work. We are repeating history meaning that we've learned nothing from our past mistakes. Cartels selling bricks of what could be poisoned weed leaving bodies strewn under rape trees is our children's version of Al Capone that WE let happen; that WE voted...
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Published on 26th October 2014 11:04am
Written by deadwolf
Because I love you;
I rise when you rise,
You are not only my world, But my rising sun,  
So reflecting your warmth of love and thoughts unto me,
feeding me, clothing me through  love light of your eyes
I gravitate toward you, my worlds spinning around yours endlessly
According to my Almighty’s grand Design,,,
Because I love you;
You move in me, as I in you
in and out of spaces shared, and in the spaces between
Comfortable in our shadows, as in the sunshine of your love
Straight through the...
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Published on 26th October 2014 11:01am
Written by deadwolf
How many moons, how long has it been, my sweetest darling
Since heard your captivating voice, or seen your sweet face,
And I loved you;
Yes, and its been a while since we sat and talked about better days,
when we were feeling quiet weak, when just the strong survived,
Yet simple words remained
And Ooh how I loved you;
Well, as much as a man can love a woman he’s never seen, face to face,
Only written too, letter, song and poems,
We talked daily, word to word, voice to voice, we tried to build our own world,
...
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Published on 26th October 2014 3:01am
Written by Amanda B Amandaa
i miss you so much my whole entire body hurts.
every delicate limb, flexible muscle. even these
shaky bones are rattling in my flesh, begging for you.
each atom that makes up each molecule that makes up
each cell. the ones that my physical existence is
composed of. they cry for you. silently, secretly.
hidden behind pale satin elasticity. they should have
no shame, my skin weeps too. droplets of salty moisture
rolling from head to toe. wanting to escape like caged
roses. yearning for a release from my strangulation.
these aches make me a...
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Published on 26th October 2014 1:54am
Written by Dally Parker Dallas_Fae_Parker
Late one night,
Stars in the skies
I could feel the
Tears prick my eyes
I dialed your number
Because I couldn't remember
What your voice sounded like
For the last five Decembers
Your voicemail gave me hope
You sounded the same as before
But I knew in my heart
It wasn't you anymore
You've been gone for so long
I can't remember your face
At least you finally escaped
This terrible place
Sometimes I wonder
If you saw me today
Would you smile at me
Or would you turn away?
I'm so confused...
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Published on 25th October 2014 6:33am
Written by MsRockyJackson
Father, I know I haven't been the easiest
Father, please hear me when I feel I'm the smallest
Father, I've been good and I've done what I should, but what could I do to make you proud of me?,
I sometimes wonder if you really love me,
You denied me at times,
You made me feel whatever I've done wasn't good enough.
Whenever I'd make a mistake you'd point it out,
Whenever you were stressed you'd take it out on me.
Tell me, what can I do to make my father proud?,
Tell me, how can I make these loud, angry voices stop in my head?,
Tell me, how can I make my...
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Published on 25th October 2014 4:27am
Written by Cheyanne Chey
You think I am just kidding. But I actually am not. My feelings for you are so strong that I can't go a minute without thinking of you. My feelings for you refuse to go away. I told you that I would do anything for you. I gave you my favorite stuffed animal. You gave me your favorite bracelet. I told you I would cuddle you on Tuesday when I saw you. You told me yay. I held your hand in the car when I was in the front and you were in the back. You held it back. I wrapped my arms around your waist. You smiled holding onto my hands. I asked you not to make me let go. You said never. But yet I...
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Published on 24th October 2014 3:37am
Written by Cheyanne Chey
I love her.
I just can't tell her.
I miss her.
I just can't tell her.
I want her to be here next to me.
I just can't have her here.
I need her.
I just can't have her.
I want to tell her that she is beautiful.
I just can't say that.


I just want her.
I just want to love her.
I just want to be next to her.
I just want HER
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