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Fatalism |
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KuruShio Member
since 2003-11-18
Posts 110
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These lives all open lies No god hath spoken They dreamt of night and died Cut, bled, and broken. She wakes with silver hair Creeps in so silent. Death. Eats my voice but I was there Scream and rage lose all breath Cold hands, feet like lead Mocking voices, haunting laughter No voice for the dead How to hold my name hereafter To dust to ash a soul like sand Me? Hourglass all but empty. Neither night nor day can give me purchase only purged dust on earth can avenge the worthless. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
I'm sorry, but maybe I'm a little too scattered to understand. I'm not sure what the poem is about. Could you explain it in maybe an e-mail or right here on the forum. Got a good rhyme scheme going though. -GIS Doing the same thing a million times in a row will definitely affect your head. Read and pratice and read and pratice and read and prati........ead a |
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KuruShio Member
since 2003-11-18
Posts 110 |
your right that it is scattered, i'm just rambling really, i havent had any logical flowing poetry in awhile. i don't know what it is mabey its because i'm not depressed anymore but i just can't write like i used to. this probably wasn't even worth posting. Neither night nor day can give me purchase only purged dust on earth can avenge the worthless. |
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silhouetted Senior Member
since 2004-01-30
Posts 537New Zealand |
at least your writing! good way to get it out... hopefully you'll be back in it soon. LOR you're the only one keeping me alive |
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