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| Dark poetry. Comment? Click, Clack Click, clack, As the night turns black, no need for one when guilt is your gun. I’m going insane, for the ones I’ve slain, still remain to haunt and I haven’t forgot a single face. I cannot erase these terrible thoughts deaf with gunshots. Their fate sealed shut with a silencer, from what? Surely not their screams, and my guilt isn’t redeemed. I’ve found you. Oh, no, what have I done? Trembling hands drop the gun. Her crimson pools around as I fall to the ground. Her blood holds my reflection frozen in perplexion. Until a drop breaks the mirror and I cannot see her. Her tears are my own, but the ones not shown. I’m screaming inside, but in whom can I confide? I’m back. You know suddenly it’s near when all you can hear is click, clack, as the night turns black. |
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| Wow! This is one of the best poem i've seen around here. Anyway, it is a good piece of writing. It has very deep meaning and is able to provoke readers' thought. It is also able to express the feeling of the persona very well. However, i prefer it to be arranged in this way: Click, clack, As the night turns black, no need for one when guilt is your gun. I’m going insane, for the ones I’ve slain, still remain to haunt and I haven’t forgot a single face. I cannot erase these terrible thoughts deaf with gunshots. Their fate sealed shut with a silencer, from what? Surely not their screams, and my guilt isn’t redeemed. I’ve found you. Oh, no, what have I done? Trembling hands drop the gun. Her crimson pools around as I fall to the ground. Her blood holds my reflection frozen in perplexion. Until a drop breaks the mirror and I cannot see her. Her tears are my own, but the ones not shown. I’m screaming inside, but in whom can I confide? I’m back. You know suddenly it’s near when all you can hear is click, clack, as the night turns black. |
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| when i get up i dont know if im truly awake or if im still dreaming its son easy for me to die in love with a woman born in my heart in my head, in my soul. i wish it wouldnt be so complicated to forgive so i could live inside all tears form my dreams forget about the darkness inside yourself, for what you cannot get theres no one else to bleme you are not the only one everybody needs some body and i want somebody i want somebody to love |
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| Please Comment on my Poetry? | aqquracy | Poetry | 0 | 04-08-2008 09:00 PM |
| Comment on Poetry? | Nick S | Poetry | 2 | 04-05-2008 03:57 PM |
| Comment on poetry? | Nick S | Poetry | 5 | 04-03-2008 02:56 PM |
| Comment on poetry? | Nick S | Poetry | 0 | 03-27-2008 02:44 PM |
| Comment on Poetry? | Nick S | Poetry | 0 | 03-27-2008 02:37 PM |