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Post by madscientist on Oct 5, 2003 4:55:32 GMT -5
I've only written one poem in the last four or five years. It came to me several years ago. I was sitting online at the computer, and completely out of nowhere, I suddenly had this idea for a poem. The first draft was the final draft.
Misery fills me, The rain pours down. Crimson light sets, The blackness falls. My heart is bleeding, My eyes are aflame; I'll cancel this pain With a bang of relief.
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Post by T. Wedd on Oct 5, 2003 5:09:30 GMT -5
Not bad, no doubt it has alot of hidden meaning.
You're like me, i have written just 1 poem in years and your thread just triggered something inside that reminded me of it.
When you say it was the first and final draft, i know what you mean.
Mine was a first and final draft as well, actually i didn't finish the poem. I might find the tattered piece of paper and post it up, it's called Kitt.
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