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Taking the hits
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Taking the hits |
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Tripp'ncutie Member
since 2008-05-05
Posts 73minnasota |
as they punch they dont hold back scars dripping crimson blood run down my spine the cabin walls creek laughter of them who do not sleep my pillow stays dry for the tears would be a waist to cry my pen in hand i start to write holding back nothing not biting my tougue why should i whats done is done as they punch with pure fury force totally blunt screaming with no one hearing its like a mime in a croud making a sound my blanket stays dry tonight for the tears would be blood red like a cherry just for fun |
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Falling rain
since 2008-01-31
Posts 2178Small town, Illinois |
"force totally blunt screaming with no one hearing its like a mime in a croud making a sound" Wow my favorite line here!! Great work Tess!! Keep up the writing!! ~Zach~ "And so the lion fell in love with the lamb....,"he murmured. "What a stupid lamb," I sighed. "What a sick, masochistic lion." |
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Clockwork_Orange Senior Member
since 2007-03-23
Posts 620Space Camp, IN |
other hits are better man. |
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Assassin_of_Verse Member
since 2007-10-23
Posts 330that So Cal |
Lol, I did not understand this poem at all. And I'm supposed to be the confusing/deep one.  There is power in the pen. |
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Falling rain
since 2008-01-31
Posts 2178Small town, Illinois |
You can't be everything all the time Assasin.  Trust me I've learn the hard way...  Once again Tess great poem.. ~Zach~ "And so the lion fell in love with the lamb....,"he murmured. "What a stupid lamb," I sighed. "What a sick, masochistic lion." |
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