I carve away the fragments
Left behind by the
Bounty set on man's head
For the hunters in search
Of a better profit
Could not find the island
So said to defy the laws
Free thinkers are dangerous
So was made the warrant
In the depth of the hall
Where the roots grow thick
And not a single most powerful
Weed killer could cure us
Of this ailment that plagues us
I ventured out away from them
To escape the apocalyptic coffins
That would have nulled me into my grave
Setting aside differences
They could not
Here there are no rules
Only poverty and loneliness
In it's purest and happiest sense
Fly away from the world
Running from home
Never gave such radiating results
Please tell me what you think
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this poem gave me the same feeling I get when reading about pioneer life... the simplicity of it. the early settlers were poor and lived a rough life but they were free of the complexities of modern life.
did you mean 'lulled me into my grave' instead of 'nulled'?
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Very well written with vivid imagery that just sticks in the readers mind. Well done! This poem rocks!!
~S~G~
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awwwww i loved it ^.^ this is definitely in tune to the rest of the world ^.^ amazing
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I clicked on this by accident.... like my PC has its own agenda. I read this several times. I really liked the beginning of the poem, then I seemed to lose the intended target... thought an authors comment may cast some light in the direction your going with this. Rudolf
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This is awesome! I love it! Very imaginary. So are you talking about whats in your mind or do you really beilive in this place?
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where are you talking about,? is it in your head, or a real place?
why is it so bad, and is some one really after you?
good job.
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