The oppisite of lies,
flooding in and out of the stream.
Blanking out all good and right,
only running away from reality.
The same as strength,
power over words and life.
A similar happiness to smiles,
gentle mishapse unfazed.
The oppisite of power,
aa sucking of of weakness and destroy.
Unwanted constrution,
a bland way of continuing on.
The same as happiness,
blood flow threw your tendencies.
I vibrant look at the world,
truth.
A contest entry
- The Word by Celticjedi.
600 points, ended December 23, 2007, 18 entries
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Comments
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Great job, I love the first line. Thank you very much for entering and merry Christmas.
~Cj
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