There was a door that lead to my room,
That knows more about me then them.
There was a door here that lead to my room.
White paint covered it's wooden skin.
We never talked but it knew all my secrets
My fears,
my dreams.
There was a door here that lead to my room.
It used it's body to block me from the world.
When I wanted to cry it was a shoulder.
But it's gone.
They took it away.
Tore it down.
Now there is a space that leads to my room.
Open for all to enter.
I keep my secrets to my self,
My fears,
my dreams.
I'm so afried they'll find out.
My lips will not speak a word,
Nor will my door.
Author notes
So, basicly it's a poem I wrote along time ago after my parents took away my door. I have my door back now. Or I should say we moved so I got a new door. I don't have the same bond with this door as I did that last. But it might change over time.
Name: Joey
A contest entry
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525 points, ended March 23, 2008, 176 entries
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This is different. I'm going to be quick commenting because of the abundance of entries. Here is your score:
Title: 7 Diction: 7 Syntax: 7 Wowness factor: 7 Total: 28. Thank you so much for entering and participating. Good luck. Shancy. -
lol... ok may be I should have said your screen name... but you were the one that sent me the message right. Sure hope so because that's what I'm going to have your name under.
I really did enjoy this poem. It was a very obvious topic but you made it a great read.
Title- 5
Diction- 7
Syntax- 9
Wowness factor- 9
Total- 30.
Good score,
~lumin
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I NEED YOUR NAME!!!!
This is your warning you have 2 days to put it in.
and then you will have to be DQed....
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i realy like the feeling in this poem, my diary knows more about me than anyone. your poems realy heart felt brilliant,
keep writeing !
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I need to go hug my door...
Why do you insist on making me feel bad for not loving my door the way you loved your door! 
Evil, pure evil. But I love this poem! 
The way you give so much feeling to an inanimate object, how it protects you, holds your secrets, and it's always so sturdy... wow 
I'm in love with your old door now 
(but don't tell my door! 
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GREAT job
diggin it majorly
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You know what - I love this poem. I felt that way about a window. I miss my window. Love this poem - great!
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