Turbulent minds descending,
forlorn with pressure;
Fighting, blocking,
controlling the everlasting
organism to my faith.
A contest entry
- A quickie by Starz of Heaven.
550 points, ended April 3, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - by xxRainbowDawnxx.
300 points, ended June 22, 2008, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Wuz It Good?
Comments
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I like this, it just has the right flow and a great choice of wording.
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I like this very much thank you for taking the time to enter my contest have a great evening best wishes and much love
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Nice take sis!





