Precisley imprecise
anxiously waiting
immortal demise.
Consciously dreaming
Begins the end
of silence screaming.
Where stimulants tire
and downers keep awake
ice burned without the fire,
Within a stable quake.
A contest entry
- Free Reign by sheltered.
525 points, ended December 16, 2007, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Chaotic Poetry by Melodies.
600 points, ended January 11, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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OOOOOOOHhhhhhhhhhhh!! Wildly fine!I am so impressed by this poem… made me really appreciate your talent. The imagery here is so fine! A poem that makes the reader think and admire. Lovely madness.
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the end of silence screaming. It's kind of stream of consciousness and it does fit into a type of chaos.
Nice write.
Congratulations on the bronze trophy.
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the end of silence screaming. It's kind of stream of consciousness and it does fit into a type of chaos.
Nice write.
Congratulations on the bronze trophy. -
excellent
you leave this wide open yet precise! Nice work -
Wow
You totally encapulated the idea....
Short but so precise!
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