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Post by frankievon on Nov 23, 2011 7:27:29 GMT -5
The voices entice me in ways of woe From where they derived I do not know vastly profound versatile with sound They tell me "get up!...and look around" In keen observation I succumb...abdication For I lead me astray on a path to dismay So I forfeit this vessel where I solemnly nestled So next time we cross An I appear at a loss Gaze in my eyes and you may be surprised For the memories we shared Are now willingly lost...
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Post by michaelgallatin on Nov 25, 2011 11:06:35 GMT -5
Small observation, did you want "and" rather than "an" at the start of Line 10? A poem of confusion and loss, quite sad. I once did a poem about a girl with multiple personality disorder who kills herself. I called it 'Sue I. Cide". Had the perspective of each personality just before the end. That was an extremely tragic poem and even a bit scary to write!
Take care, Mike
PS - I can't hear you and all the voices in my head at the same time!
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Post by frankievon on Nov 26, 2011 19:55:44 GMT -5
actually no it was and but i decided to go with an
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Post by johan on Nov 28, 2011 8:44:43 GMT -5
Interesting poetry from you my friend, great piece.
Johan
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Post by The Great Fulcanelli on Jan 9, 2012 0:39:03 GMT -5
This one has plenty of potential. Thank you for sharing!
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