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Post by CappuccinoSkittlez on Apr 1, 2004 21:50:54 GMT -5
Forgotten on a worn mahogany shelf Lies an aged picture frame. The faded picture inside Is all that remains.
She’s just a dusty memory Of long times past, Back when life seemed simple And hopes did last.
Euphoric dreams Filled up her head; Perfect alternate reality Before she was dead.
What happened to her? Why did she die? This innocent girl Was corrupted by lies.
As time passes on The world has no lament, yet A young girl's story stays; captured in one quiescent moment.
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Post by bloodredtears on Apr 2, 2004 0:30:37 GMT -5
i really enjoyed this piece...it could quite easily fit into the depression category i think...anyway...wonderfully written...the first stanza was my favorite...a big welcome to poet club...hope to read more from you!
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Eclipse
Apprentice
It's not a matter of luck, it's just a matter of time.
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Post by Eclipse on Apr 2, 2004 17:14:22 GMT -5
impressive piece. welcome!
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Post by Mikepoet on Apr 13, 2004 21:30:04 GMT -5
Quite well read. I must read your writings.
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Post by T.J. Barber on Apr 14, 2004 15:16:22 GMT -5
Yes, welcome to Poet Club. We thrive on the happiness of our members. Therefore, if you need anything, do not hesitate to ask anyone of the staff. The Prince of Muse,Fox, and myself will be more than willing to help you. Thanks for joining. By the way, this poem is really good. It shows true potential. Very good indeed.
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Hunter
Virtuoso
Fallen Angel
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Post by Hunter on Apr 19, 2004 19:51:47 GMT -5
Well done.
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