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Post by cry,crayola. on Nov 23, 2006 21:45:36 GMT -8
Unfamiliar phrases outwit me; cliche topics are all that come to mind. To write what I know about or what I feel, that's all past.
It's overused. The taunting captivation is lost. Those heart-jerking moments of truth and compulsion, are all but nothing to consideration.
Acceptance is all that matters. Substance or feeling has no place here. Reservations abandoned, that's only for the real world, and by that I mean insanity.
Unheard of to think of this any more than simple words.
Even used as an outlet of emotion, that purpose is pointless. I've explained - no one wants to hear it. And that's all that holds value lately: Satisfaction and contentedness of the readers; of you all.
For my painstaking planning, and quests for brilliance, all those hard hours banging my head against a wall; I'm afraid my head will permanently stay red; I'm always falling short of what's appropriate. Nothing is ever right.
So read on happy goers. Tear me up and spit me out. I'm prepared for it. It's about time somebody did something worthwhile.
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Post by ScarletMornings on Nov 24, 2006 20:18:47 GMT -8
hmm this seemed like a mix of very good poetry and a conversation with your readers. i don't know if i like it. hmm maybe if i didn't know you. idk i still really liked it, you used some great language and some very striking phrasing. good work.
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Post by cry,crayola. on Nov 24, 2006 22:25:39 GMT -8
i kind of wanted to involve the readers in this one. does it not incoorperate well? should it stay or change?
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Post by ScarletMornings on Nov 24, 2006 22:34:10 GMT -8
no no. after reading it again i have concluded that i love it. and cindy? your last stanza? it OWNS.
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