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Ceinwyn Member Elite
since 2000-07-09
Posts 2175VA 
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It's growing deathly paranoid Being Strapped to this queen size bed of pain Eyes blood shot Body red hot Tainted memories coursing Through my veins Paranoid once again That just maybe If I close my eyes I'll see you kissing me Over and over again After the hundredth time I know you're gone But why exactly Are the memories Of yesterday Still haunting That chained up little girl I pushed aside in the corner of my mind She's crying Holding out in vain Asking me when You'll be home again [This message has been edited by Ceinwyn (08-23-2002 02:35 AM).] |
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Moon Dust
since 1999-06-11
Posts 2177Skelmersdale, UK |
powerful thoughts and images I can't help but like  If your afraid of the dark, then why did you come? |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
You've done a really good job using some very strong imagery and words to convey a sense of loss so profound. I like how you've used the psychological problem of paranoia so well in this poem. The queen-sized bed was also a nice touch. You certainly seem to know your way around literary devices. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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