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Contributed by
arijadna77
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Monday, 12th May 2008 @ 08:17:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
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I'm floating through nothingness.
I feel I don’t exist anymore.
My shadow is walking
to the strayed roads
Of my inner thoughts.
I indulge my self as a saint,
And i bite like a wolf.
I beg for my unrepented sins!
Fire is my mirror:
I go down;
And with the storm im waking.
I'm moaning like abandoned bustard,
I beg on the ledger of my Tormentors,
I lie by
and
raise up from the grave yet unburied.
I write
last thought of a madman...
or a coward?
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arijadna77
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2008-05-12 20:17:38]
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Re: no title
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by safetyinnumbers on
Tuesday, 13th May 2008 @ 11:50:24 PM AEST
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'I indulge my self as a saint, And i bite like a wolf....I like the contrast of those 2 lines....It's a strong poem and for me a thought comes up: that for new life to come, some things need to die....this is what I see in your poem, like new growth coming after a bushfire....Good work.....
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by SilverRain on
Thursday, 22nd May 2008 @ 10:54:39 PM AEST
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"You can not beat a man that never gives up" Babe Ruth.
This piece describe places I've been and things I felt. I am amazed at how well you pin point it. Awesome job! |
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