Vivifying this somber room.
Future of happiness,
paralyzed in delusions.
The delicate essence,
treated like some kind of child's toy.
The choices made, I may despise.
I'm but a ghostly mirage.
Burning and tearing at my soul.
And all that was left of me,
caused by my obession.
She covers the pain so well,
I've learned so many things.
Woke to find, it was a lie,
I wasn't good enough.
I would dance in the fire again.
Smash my own reflection.
Author notes
3rd line of my last 17 poems with one as title.
I attempted to punctuate it...kind of make it sound like an actual poem. Haha...
A contest entry
- The Magic of THREE! Stealing the third line from your own poems to build a new poem! by Melodies.
600 points, ended March 16, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This fits much better
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its good.
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thanks.
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I like this you are growing much as a poetess.
One suggestion though,
Use darker backgrounds for darker poems.lol
Just a suggestion of course.lol
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Thanks. haha. You're probably right.
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I think I know what happened here...
You are a poetess who writes so well that every line of your poems is a jewel.
No matter how you break apart the necklace and restring it, it is a collector's item. 
I am not kidding. 
I think it is true. Freaky and fine, we are glad to have discovered this of you.
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Wow! Thank you so much!
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I agree, This did seem to come together nicely ~Bret~
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thank you!
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You know, I think this one actually fits together nicely. I especially like the ending. It's very final and solid, not open ended like so many pieces like this could be. Excellent work.
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awesome. I'm glad you liked it. thanks.
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