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 Mar 7 2005, 06:31 PM
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Another poem I wrote recently. It is OK..not my best. But I used it for submission to my english teacher for some in school publication thing.
Details Seeping through the cracks Little water droplets collect. Each one damaging the fine oak floor. Collecting and collecting on the side. Emerging as a huge mass that I cannot bear to contain. These details are like a ball of darkness, Slowly forming in my stomach. Tiny factoids bunch together. Squirming in this puddle. Aching to get out and be used. But staying inside forever. In the end, I will only have these details to remember. |
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Mar 7 2005, 09:07 PM
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i'm not sure i quite understand it, but i still like it. i love the last 3 lines.
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Mar 8 2005, 09:29 PM
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Handclaps please Group: Member Posts: 503 Joined: Jun 2004 Member No: 26,359 |
Well, it got accepted for publication
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Mar 9 2005, 02:24 AM
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I can only take a stab at what you mean, or rather what it means to me personally. But I rather like it, very intriguing language. Well written
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