These boundries are imaginary
To me they do not exist,
Your authority i will resist
Your doubts i will bury.
Your words a cluster of abuse
To me they are soundless
An ispiration for my canvas
Your anger only becomes my muse.
A contest entry
- Our Poor Teenage Hearts by PonyPride.
950 points, ended April 21, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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wow
quite a powerful collection of words rolled in2 an amazing and short poem. great stuff P.S. the mighty boosh rules x -
I really enjoyed because it touched my heart. I too feel this way at times, and even more so others. However, I wish it was just a little longer. It has so much emotion and purity and it could be driven just that much deeper. Excellent use of emotion.
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yeah, i was thinking of making it longer, maybe after this contest i will revise it
thanks for commenting.
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ah to be young
i feel like i am forever old here and i am not yet fifty in the world a good piece of poetry.
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