10-17-2004, 12:03 AM | #1 (permalink) |
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Location: Austin, TX
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One of my poems...
I will post more if anyone likes them...
Release The shadows of memories, thought long forgotten, nightmares and fantasies, precious and rotten. They drift and they tumble, and dance through my head, as tossing and turning, I lay here in bed. The night last forever, the darkness oppressive, body twitching and turning, my mind far from restive. A bright flash of pain, my terror does fade, the pain has been dulling, since wrist met the blade.
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10-21-2004, 10:43 AM | #3 (permalink) |
Drifting
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Location: Windy City
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"The shadows of memories" is such a strong image - you know what's there but not enough to get a clear picture.... it really reads your state of mind. Thanks for sharing, I'd love to see more
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10-21-2004, 10:43 AM | #4 (permalink) |
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Location: Washington, DC Metro Area
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I like it... but i wonder if changing the phrase "a bright flash of pain" to be something a little longer would flow better? All the first lines in each stanza are all 6 and 7 syllables and that one is only 5.... maybe "as pain flashes brightly"? Or something like that.
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