Open Poetry #6 |
When thoughts come from anger |
ElektraXOXO Junior Member
since 2000-04-07
Posts 30San Antonio Tx |
A peom written in my lowest of times, many trials was I going through. So close to death I seemed to stray Beneath the ground Beneath I lay Cold and lonely Full of hate A dreaded torture Lead my fate Doors and doors I seemed to pass Mirror mirror The looking glass The gateway to hell Will now be open Now I know That I am chosen Pass the pit Pass the dome Under the good Is where I roam With the evil Where angels there are none Deep in hell Where I come from |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Definitely had to be a down time to write this one. You convey that well to the reader. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Elektra~ You sure packed a punch with your emotions in this. Well done. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Elektra. I recognize that pit, but when you're down so low, isn't it great how high then you can soar? Your poem expresses well that feeling Liz |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
You express the feeling of being lowest of low very well. Love and hugs, Lizzie |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Excellent poem, well written. Denise |
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