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Wandering, spirits, eyes souless and cold
Paradox of Life
post Apr 29 2005, 02:55 PM
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My name's Katt. Nice to meet you!
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Wandering
The fog is dense,
Gravestones scattered,
Old and broken,
Chipped and battered,
A breeze across my ankles,
Sent the lost spirits sad and haunting,
Their eyes souless and cold,
This life they're always wanting,
While melancholy's all they hold,
Forever deep within,
Where once there was a heart, a soul,
Of which they can't retrieve again.

I don't think I did a particularly good job on this one, but I decided to put it up anyway. Critique and comments appreciated.
 
 
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Rachel
post Apr 30 2005, 10:35 AM
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i've never wanted anything rationale.
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^There is no CORRECT way to write poetry. You can leave it however you want it. This is not a story, it is a poem. This is where she choose to end, if she wanted to start a story/continue it she would. Stop trying to sound like you know what the hell you are talking about.
 

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