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GiveUPtheGhost

  • Last seen on Aug 22 2:09 PM 2007. Member since February 14, 2006.

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  • Sunflakes at allpoetry
    One too many mints / And five extra layers of / chapstick didn't help, / But that sunflake kiss- perfect.
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    It stopped snowing, and a fresh layer of snow, smooth and untouched from careless feet and reckless ploughs, lay
  • The Novelist at storywrite
    I remember when I used to be jovial. My life was like a piņata, and I was that over-sized five year old at a birthday party who always succeeded in beating the candy out of it.

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  • on She Walks In Beauty by Lord George Gordon Byron, on October 8, 2004
    This poem brings back some funny Dead Poets Society memories. It really is a great piece. So serious and solemn. Not vain, though some may feel it is. It's beautifully written and a wonderful love poem. Kudos to Byron.

  • on Mist by Henry David Thoreau, on August 25, 2004
    Does anyone else find the description of mist as "dream drapery" ingenious? I think it's amazing. All I can do when I read this poem is feel like I am sitting in a swamp watching the long-legged birds in the low water with mist rising above them. Thoreau is always good for painting pictures in the mind. What a wonderful poem, I love it.

  • on What's The Railroad To Me? by Henry David Thoreau, on August 25, 2004
    Thoreau is my favorite poet besides Whitman, but this piece is not one of my favorites. Actually, I find it very sentimental, which is wonderful, but I get the feeling when I finish this poem that it just isn't complete. But, maybe that is what Henry was going for. Afterall, the train tracks may never end. How should he know that there really is an end. Maybe they are never-ending....

  • on Epitaph On The World by Henry David Thoreau, on August 25, 2004
    I really feel this poem. I love the simple truth it conveys. It means, to me, that the earth is like a dead carcass. Men ruin it and abuse it and it lays there lifeless, suffering eternally as if it were in hell. We don't know if we can ever fix it, or when it reached this point of ruination, but we know that it is ruined and perhaps one day can arise.