christina
Established Muse
the sign said stop but we went on wholehearted it ended bad but i love what we started(fiona apple)
Posts: 248
|
Post by christina on Feb 3, 2005 19:04:59 GMT -5
dug my grave in frigid earth (i waste away) silently i consume the ashes of myself (i exist in anguish) hollow is my cry for freedom (the tears spill hot over my soul) i embrace the fears of death
a bit morbid i know. it's getting hard to find things to be happy about.
|
|
|
Post by Jessie on Feb 5, 2005 11:20:48 GMT -5
This is very good. Dark and morbid, and you express it very well. Also, it's almost like the chorus of a song.
|
|
|
Post by Breathe *alive* on Feb 8, 2005 20:12:45 GMT -5
So few words, so much to say. That's why I like this genre. Your poem was really good. I liked it. Keep it up.
|
|
Panama
Wandering Muse
Posts: 30
|
Post by Panama on Feb 9, 2005 1:15:11 GMT -5
Wow! Very expressive for such a short write. Bravo!
|
|
|
Post by (Amaranthine) on Mar 6, 2005 4:30:29 GMT -5
Great use of the words, I love the darkness there
|
|