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Post by *GoThIc_FairY* on Jan 18, 2006 23:07:05 GMT -5
staring out the window looking into the blackness and the lonely street I'm alone.. again.. nobody bothered to call they dont know how i lock myself inside my room and hope for this all to end i no longer have a friend i no longer have someone to confide in there is no longer someone there how can you say im being unfair when you are unaware of my tears of my fears and of my pain of the shattered peices lying on teh floor you never stop you just think i will beg for more more pain more tears more torture..
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Post by mikethelemming on Jan 22, 2006 6:26:39 GMT -5
i really like this one. this is probably one of my favourite poems that you've written. another great ending, which i think defines a poem. those first four lines were also very good because it really got me interested, which is important to captivate the reader and get them "hooked". but of course we can't forget the good stuff in the middle. overall a great poem.
no name huh...i can't really help with that. i think that's where a lot of my poems lack in depth and character.
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Post by *GoThIc_FairY* on Jan 22, 2006 12:53:04 GMT -5
Thanks, i am glad you liked this one! I think my best ones come when they are like the most personal... you know? Well, that is alright about the title.... I will keep thinking on that and maybe someone else will know?
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