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Post by Tania on Feb 17, 2004 6:08:55 GMT -5
Collecting the various tears
As they fall down
Spelling all the times
I’ve waited to be
Bated
Into another situation
Fraught with all the same
Old Dramas
Resentments
Broken Dreams
Repairing what was left
Of a battered self-esteem
In a private room
Where I can scream
And break
Down
And escape
Into
Hate filled
Dreams.-Tania Walsh-
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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 Feb 17, 2004 13:45:41 GMT -5
interesting write. i like your style.
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Post by bloodredtears on Feb 17, 2004 14:41:24 GMT -5
i really really enjoyed this piece..you have a lot of talent! this is my favorite part: i know what all of those feel like...great job, it really connected with me!
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Post by SilverEyes on Feb 17, 2004 17:54:38 GMT -5
Wonderful flow and touching in its emotional power. I can really relate. Great write.
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Celestial
Novice
Celestial.Photographer.Poet.
Posts: 72
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Post by Celestial on Feb 29, 2004 13:38:28 GMT -5
It's a very nice piece of work. I couldn't really relate to this one as well as some others but I do see a deeper meaning and I really like how it flowed nicely. Great job  |
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Seth
Virtuoso
Root Beer Float
Play something country!
Posts: 411
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Post by Seth on Mar 24, 2004 13:20:25 GMT -5
Excellent flow and as said before, there is a deeper meaning held within your piece. The emotion was felt and I simply loved this poem of yours.
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on May 9, 2004 2:13:14 GMT -5
this was fantastic. a perfect poem of mental disintegration.
x rinna x
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