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newest articles tell me the truth - 11/08/2004 obsessed - 10/14/2004 One last love poem - 09/17/2004 Living Rock - 09/17/2004 Imran's Last Poem - 09/05/2004 This is a test - 07/20/2004 impulse - 05/28/2004 Severing the Flowerbed - 05/13/2004 VIRUS - 05/13/2004 why don't you just burn me - 05/13/2004  1542 articles and counting...  articles of the moment Happy Bedtime Story For Kids - 01/07/2004 Parlons de moi - 01/13/2004 Sit and Watch - 01/05/2004 From Cabbage Patch Kids and Cloth Diapers - 01/15/2004 The Gift - 01/04/2004    more new articles 32 Inch Plasma Television - 05/13/2004 all wrong - 05/07/2004 abandoned - 05/07/2004 my rhythm - 05/04/2004 mes excuses - 04/09/2004 please understand - 04/09/2004 define hate - 04/09/2004 dance, boy! - 04/08/2004 hu? - 04/08/2004 underexposed - 04/01/2004 Flighty - 03/27/2004 glory - 03/23/2004 my own - 03/19/2004 childish restless hands - 03/18/2004 My Last Poem - 03/17/2004 az just breath - 03/17/2004 Hate Me If You Want - 03/17/2004 i could - 03/16/2004 without you - 03/16/2004 i wear you - 03/16/2004 Unbearable - 03/16/2004 Trees and other Things - 03/14/2004 Game Player - 03/13/2004 shock value - 03/13/2004 It Doesn't Really Matter What You Think of Me - 03/12/2004    author index - by first inital of last name ABC DEF GHI JKL MNO PQR STU VWX YZ       newest article  11/08/2004    presentense By Jessica Wentz i spent a summer holding on to popsicle sticks and purples like walking backwards on the railroad track retracing the steps to dawn a thousand miles away, beneath an eggyolk sunset, he's rereading the words i wrote before i knew i had a voice but we're growing up now, aren't we? growing out of rusty knees and ragged jeans and opinions that stand without a cause growing in to imperfection and softer shades of light and a memory book forgets your name but never your smile and a photo sticks like softserve every time i flip the page reminding me, i never order sprinkles anymore we're growing out of silver-screen pretending (i'll be that girl you'll be that boy) growing out of what-would-be, what-has-been, and into present tense :: mei made me do it, i swear! hah, this is fun. like high school. only w/o the school part. i hope you kids are having a fantabulous time at college.     ©Jessica Wentz      comments on newest article   If you would like to post a comment please log in first in the box on the top left hand side of the page.     Site Design & Programming © 2003 Erik Kettenburg - All Rights Reserved    members tools username: password: remember me: forgot your password?    stats totals: articles: 1542 users: 296 comments: 6085 site hits: 24 hour activity: users logged in: 0 guests: 1 articles posted: 0 comments posted: 0 currently active users: logged in: 0 guests: 1 active names: more stats  search 39poems.com search for within the articles authors

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