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thanks for reading and commenting...i figure i'll be one those guys who writes poetry after breakups. :)
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Ah you're back
i'm glad i see you writing like, you'd do it all again. i love that line. i also like how you compared a relationship with a
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i picture a person growing old and having alzheimers with this write. i can feel the sadness and empathy for this person yo
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it was really short but i liked.. how it was put together especially 'you were never a monster don't pretend to be' that
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i like this. it's got a tone of responsibility along with nostalgia and of course, the long for love. that's cool, keep writi
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i didn't realize what the intro meant.. that's why it's repeated.. hah..
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if this was intentional, i like it! not to sound pretentiously artsy or anything, but it conveys a feeling of emptiness and n
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to view the harmony of life and stand still. to love thy self and know thy will. then place yourself, forev
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Scary
but very expressive. i really get drawn into your poems, but your latest is so long!! i`ll read that when i`m not looking for
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sounds like a bad crash. i feel a little sad when i read this and i honestly don`t know what to say. sometimes i feel to give
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She sits at her desk, her pen moving in such a way as to suggest dancing as she loses herself in the music coming from her speakers. The pen stops suddenly as her other hand goes to the small remote sitting next to a burning candle. She presses a button effectivly quieting the music. She moves her red streaked gold hair from where lightly pointed ears sit, trying to hear the sound that tore her from her thoughts. Light orange eyes flicker around the room trying to figure out where the noise originated. Her pen rests on the desk as she rises from her chair. Her sight lands on the bookshelves made of a pretty type of wood that escapes her, with their multitudes of books, scrolls, notebooks and binders. A stereo system sits in an aclove near her desk, with its flashing numbers waiting to continue on with its music, holds no interest for the piercing gaze. Neither does the chairs and the small table settled between them hold her interest. Her eyes shift to the items upon her desk. Her phone with its many buttons, the burning candle with flame dancing happily, sending out its calming scent, the little desk lamp sitting dark, the pen that she was playing with, now lying upon the papers with notes on a client. Once more she moves her oddly colored gaze to a window, where a gentle breeze plays with the light, gauzy curtains, making them dance gently. Finally satisfied that nothing is out of order she sits once more, pressing another button on her remote. A song about stolen life starts to play. Suddenly a shadow falls over her from behind. Her hand clunches at the remote, inadvertently turning the volume up. "Who....?" is all she is able to get out as she turns and gasps as a wire winds around her neck, slicing into the skin and cutting her breath off. A small struggle ensuse as she tries to get away, tries to pull the wire away, tries and fails. Slowly her vision turns dull, blacking out as death comes to claim her prize. She hears nothing. She sees nothing. She knows no more. The man smiles with soft, pink lips, his androgenous looks making him seem like an innocent. He gazes upon the womans body laying upon the floor with mettalic silver eyes. His gaze moves towards the stereo, listening to the words. He smiles bigger. "Yes, her life was stolen. With a splash of blood her sins have been forgiven by the one who knows them oh so well," he says in a soft alto toned voice. He moves silently around the chair, towards the shadows behind the desk with a cat like grace. He steps into the shadows with nary a look back and disappears, just like he was never there.                Last update: 03-02-2008 01:49
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