Open Poetry #31 |
Don't Give Me Death |
chinadude89 Junior Member
since 2004-02-03
Posts 31Texas |
* * * In the past I have been going through a lot of bullying. Now I have gotten my respect. This is a little idea of what I did and thought. I wrote this thing back in December. I don't know if this is appropriate, if it isn't let me know and I will delete it. but mainly its just about winning your right. So I don't know. * * * Life is precious to me, But the things I go through, I'm afraid I'll have to slice my tree, In order to diminish these despicable rules. Though I have many friends, Which are all very nice to me. I can't join their group because of there trends. Though I love my family. There rules and personality, Just torture me. I have a knife that's in disguise, Oh please spare me, I'll give them another try. They must understand that I'm not like the free. I will unleash my anger, From deep within, To scare them 'till they linger. And to feel my anti-sin. Believe in my power, Believe in my soul. Give me those flowers, That I have never foretold. Rid my pain! Give me respect! Pure with blood within thy veins, Venom which I shall inject! Give me a say, Or else I'll go. Then you'll pay, For this unbearable glow. Don't make me do it. I don't want to. Please let me live with fit. Please let my wish come true. Let me go with the flow. Then my precious life will never go. Then I will put way the knife. Just please don't give me death. [This message has been edited by chinadude89 (02-05-2004 07:10 PM).] |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
You're on the right track, but you need to reconsider some words like "moo". Also grammar: their vs. there. Bottom line, what you're trying to express needs to flow easier, more naturally. Edit, tighten up your stanzas. Grover. |
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