"Scribble"
My feelings flow from pen to paper,
Letting go of all the anger, Watching teardrops stain the paper, Emotion falling, flying faster. Hidden wounds that ooze my pain, I want to close them, Walk away. I SCREAM! My mouth a gaping hole, I cannot see, I cannot feel. I wage a battle with myself, You made me a prison You shut me in… Do I loathe me? Do I love me? Tell me true! |
Great job! I can feel all the emotions you are expressing! GREAT!
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Okay, Great Job, but all your poems that I have read involve tears, and paper... I think I'm seeing a pattern here... but otherwise, GREAT!
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Really?? They Do!!!??! Lol, don't mind me, but what about "Dusk" and "Nightmare" not to metion "The Runaway"?? Thanks for the feedback though!! ~Mocha~ |
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its weaker than most ure other work...but more real, raw, how i like it - none of this william blake wanna b non sense ( which u usually do)...good lord save me....its alright....a scribble...wel named
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