I live within the sound,
of another gunshot round.
I always seem to pay,
for a game I do not play.
And I wear my black hat,
as a symbol of where I'm at.
Inside the shadows of the grave,
my soul is the desire that I pave.
Cut out like a card,
cheaters heart of discord.
Music in my head,
I walk along the lead.
To listen to what you said,
as I fall down dead.
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Written March 25th, 2006
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pretty good
This actually worked very well; it really made me think, and it certainly reflects those things in life that we seem to have no control over. The idea of "walking along the lead" and tying that idea to what seems almost like emotional target practice, was really cool. You have talent. Keep honing it!
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hmmm...interesting...as I was reading this, a battle scene from like the Civil War or something came to my head...Is this what you meant this poem to be? Hmm anyways, it was interesting, but nicely written.
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Strange but I like it, you a true writer of the graveyard shift from what I've seen thus far of your works. Keep it up!
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cools i liked this, i lved the lay out, it made it more dramatic in a odd kind of way.. i thought this was brilliant =) ~toni~
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I really like this. Its really cool. Its somthinkg that my bf would write then trow away because it was to good and he does not want ne one to read it. BUT DONT TROW IT AWAY!!! omg its to good.
~~~Love Always~~~
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this is very interesting. nice job
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this is very good
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Nicely done
Not my usuall type of poem but nicely penned. Keep on writing.
Have a great day!
Babymonkeygirl
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