Thinking back now, it was the movement of life's never-ending
impromptu stage that gave me that added bliss--that need to be simply
adorned with acknowledgement; yet nothing became of surreptitious flow,
but it was the nothingness of unwashed, stained waters that kept
what remaining boundaries alive
Was I to be the saint's martyr? Perhaps the longing of being for the
moment wasn't realized. Thereafter, renewal came in formalities of
transgressed manipulations--no, more like recognitive abilities...
(We've) now have written an epilogue.
In a list
A contest entry
- 10 Lines or Less - Free Verse Only - "Graveyard Confessions" by Cupcrazy.
450 points, ended April 12, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I really enjoyed this, great flow and form, a very captivating write.
Bunny
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you know i like this,this whole series is just amazing, you did a great job on this, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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