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Post by frankievon on Nov 15, 2011 16:56:00 GMT -5
blistering winds sift through my soul, the fact of the matter is my heart has gone cold, the internal junction in which my mind functions, stand still in time thus corrosion and grime, on the gears of my delirious mind....,
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Post by Lisa Arnold on Nov 16, 2011 1:51:15 GMT -5
well-penned and expressed...vivid images...nice write!
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Post by michaelgallatin on Nov 16, 2011 14:46:02 GMT -5
Extremely well said and cutting imagery as Lisa already stated. Yet my new and young friend, one would hope this isn't from personal experience. You seem a mite young yet to be that "mentally screwed". Trust me, at 63 I've felt like this numerous times and done many poems in the same vein. But, noting your age, I have to say I hope this isn't personal and if it is, let's hope it passes by. Take care, Mike
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Post by frankievon on Nov 16, 2011 17:22:18 GMT -5
yes my friend it is a personal poem most of my writes are i am young but my soul has surpassed me in age indefinitely but thank you for the response to my work i greatly appreciate it
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