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Post by bobpinkinsane on Nov 5, 2005 18:41:09 GMT -5
Broken Mirror
I shiver. A cockroach crawls across the floor. I wrap my blanket around me, But the shivers are not gone. The spiders are still there, Hiding in the darkness. I get up from my bed. I look into my mirror. My broken mirror. I see my reflection, In pieces. That is my life. In pieces that can never come together again. A shard falls to the floor. I walk away. I step on it. I bleed, but I do not care. Life is a meaningless pit without love. The love between a brother and a sister is strong, But if one factor o fthat love falls away, The entire thin dies. I hear glass hitting the floor. The shards of my mirror are falling. I drop my blanket. I go to the cupboard. I pull out the pistol. Your pistol. The pistol you used to escape. Your escape. It killed that love. I can no longer bear it. I put the pistol to my head. I pull the trigger. Now I too have escaped. But why did you need to escape? You had my love.
Feedback please. Feel free to PM me or just post.
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Post by Shades on Nov 7, 2005 11:24:20 GMT -5
Great poem some of the linez could have been wordered a wee bit better, but we get the message none the less, very emotion as well, good stuff.
-Shades, Admin.
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Post by ♠Kari♠ on Nov 9, 2005 20:36:18 GMT -5
Ooooo hey I like it! Puuurdy!
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Post by vermilition on Dec 2, 2005 12:51:28 GMT -5
a couple of typo's but nice. [glow=red,2,300]DEAD COOL[/glow]
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