Open Poetry #19 |
Turn of a Maniac |
Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
Where the time slips from my hands I change the rags, allowing myself the single moment of pain that embraces my laguished heart. As fallen anger has touched me flows of passion ring true taking my last tear to the earth letting the wind laught at me. I have found serenity in the last light of days which take me on the journey through times past futures forgotten agony has lost. Out of this, the silence that presses me to a seperate wall, attacking what little fright I have left to a source of calmness I can feel. |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
I like what emotions this holds, Think it could be displayed a bit better. First sentence: Where the time slips from my hands I change the rags, allowing myself the single moment of pain that embraces my laguished heart. My humble rewrite as example: Where the time slips From my hands I change rags, Allowing myself The single moment of pain That embraces my languished hear. Same words, slight rearrangement, Makes the reader pause in more natural patterns. Give the phrases more emphasis. Gloom |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
I like Gloom's idea as well. . . there's a lot of emotion here. . . flows well. . . -------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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