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• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• That week with her was like drinking bubbles
• The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
• She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
• Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
• I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
• She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• All he left her was alone
• Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
• I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
• I was sure it was her
• In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
• Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• She grew a little older, while he was telling her
• I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
• little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
• Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
• I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
• She was never mine. I always shared her.
• Helen of Troy
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
• Her name was Natalie
• I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• She always was devious in her beauty
• I was a teenage Bukowski
• Before you, there was me
• Springsteen Was A Pirate
• the horrible gift was really quite right
• the river was cool. I wiped off every dangerous, sacred drop.
• The barrier between monsters and nonmonsters was exploded and everything was possible again
• The Old Hag
• Helen Wheels
• Helen of Sparta
• The Woman and Her Hen
• I daydream of her
• Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
• I don't like her because she won't like me
• How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
• Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
• forget her (user)
• You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
• Most of the men were disillusioned long before they met her
• I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
• How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
• September is hers
• The one the queen keeps her eye on
• In Her Shoes
• If You See Her, Say Hello
• Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
• Donna Troy
• my only pin-up was Pelé
• Was I nearly as anti-consumerism as I had initially thought?
• I'll tell you what kind of guy I was
• The highlight of my night was two girls kissing
• How was the Bible canonized?
• The Bed Was Not My Own
• When I Was a Boy
• Walther WA 2000
• Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter VIII
• The Dog It Was That Died
• Electronically, I was questioned by a mallard of flame...
• And I beheld the lack of embrace, and the strife was ever-present
• the lake was on fire that summer
• Sympathy for the Mongols & How The Rise of the West was just sheer Dumb Luck
• The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel
• Tom, He was a Piper's Son
• Barnum was right
• And Every One Was a Henry: A Magnificent Maryland Renaissance Oktoberfest E2 Throwdown!
• Who shouted with glee when the colour blue was born?
• I did not need it. I was strong. I was steady. I knew what I was doing.
• I was doing so well.
• it doesn't matter who I was, all that matters is who I am
• Magneto Was Right
• My hacked iPhone was better
• Renee was a princess
• Helen, Sweetheart of the Internet
• helen (user)
• Rosy Palm and her five daughters
• Lady Daibu And Her Lover
• Since I left her
• Her Headlights Illuminated a Death
• One day I wrote her name upon the strand
• standing off to the side of the lobby, watching the hostess adjust her hair
• I fell in love with her first
• thinking about her
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair I
• So her hat does not blow away
• Her Violet Eyes
• spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
• Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
• Ruth holding up time with her beauty
• She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
• her face forms in summertime
• When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
• It's been an hour. I still love her.
• The Walrus was Paul
• There was a young lady of Riga
• That Was Then, This is Now
• The last girl I dated was a vegetarian. We couldn't go anywhere and so it just didn't work out.
• Tomorrow I was
• The Portland Oregon Everything Tea was actually a Suicide Cult Initiation!
• Then again, maybe he was recruiting for a cult
• Was it ever there?
• Der Mensch ist, was er ißt
• The Revolution was Postponed Because of Rain
• I don't remember what life was like when I was seven. I like the taste of air. What should I do?
• I fried myself in The Finnish E2 Get-Together, and all I got was a hippie song stuck in my head
• I was known as the counselor of the naked cabin
• Jesus was a revolutionary
• My purity was little stickers I willingly gave away in exchange for hearts
• Was that real, or did I dream it?
• She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
• Each one was the scene where you hold your breath
• strange and too short but I was lonely
• Where I Was
• I didn't ask if the glass was half full or half empty. I've always had enough to drink.
• She is and was
• Why was my poem nuked?
• by the time he was speaking,she was secretly evaluating the kissability of
• I wish I was a half of a two
• Dao De Jing compared to Shamanistic writing
• Helen Keller
• Helen Chanam
• Her back
• Calling her number and having a male voice answer
• Herr Bob (user)
• To Her Face
• She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
• How Stella Got Her Groove Back
• I dream that I walk with her
• She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
• The Tale of Sweet Cab-ij and all that Happened to Her
• Her protestations notwithstanding
• I will kiss her blemish
• So couch, I hear you've been sleeping with her
• Bai Her 1_root (category)
• Her Vision of Heaven
• Wild tides guard her secrets
• Her novice beauty
• Troy Donahue
• It was not a weather balloon at Roswell
• Man was created in God's image
• If the King's English was good enough for Jesus
• Concrete, Washington
• I once was a clueless young noder
• Was this the face that launched a thousand ships
• There once was a chicken named Alice
• November 4, 1995
• More than he was willing to give
• So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
• Why was my writeup nuked?
• was (user)
• For 5 minutes precisely, I thought I was dead
• It all burned up in the fire there was nothing left
• The skyline was beautiful on fire
• Boy, I was sure lucky to be born into the one true faith!
• The beggar who was too rich for my money
• Which was what we wanted
• This was then, and now I can't even find your grave
• I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
• ale z was dziwki (user)
• We find tonight what was hidden beneath our hearts
• Kristine Dunn was therefore butterscotch
• In a dream I had, I was on an island in the middle of the ocean.
• Was fang ich an in dieser Stadt?
• If I was the ocean, what would you be to me?
• I am that person I was watching
• Was Gandhi a racist?
• hag fag
• Helen Forrest
• helen j (user)
• His 'N' Hers
• Pig on her back
• Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit
• From Her to Eternity
• Documenta, the Child-Bride, bares her legs for the Ravenous Wolves of the Grey Hour
• Her smile could light up a three-story building
• Tender girl sipping and planning out her future
• The naked woman raises herself on her elbow and continues her monologue in the direction of the bath
• I can't find her in this house of dust and bones
• Shelley Breedlove and her rare identical quadruplets
• Her picture in my wallet, fading, fraying, the face that launched a thousand emotions
• Fear Her
• Something is Alive in Her Bosom

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