How can I pretend? You
don't see, I hide so
carelessly. You've seen
me bleed, you've seen me block
out the world. I turned
away.
It's not what you think,
its now what it should
be like. THis isn't life
for real. I fear you.
You could choose to tell the
world. This must only
be in my mind. My unspoken fears
become reality. Here I am, lost in my lie,
frozen in raw fear.
I've lost it all, I'll rise to meet
my end, I've forsaken it all
for a few days of easy breathing.
I'm rising to meet my end.
A contest entry
- misery loves company... by nobodys-girl.
700 points, ended January 18, 92 entries
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now that I got some points thaought you would love some and good luck
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very nice poem you did a great job on this write thank you for entering
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Oh My~
Thank You for sharing Your Words of Wisdom
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I'm Blessed to read but noticed Your piece was not in one of my previous contests- which this particular contest calls for -Sorry
but am Honored to have been able to read this piece unfortunately I won't be able to award because it didn't follow guidelines set
however it is a Wonderful write
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Many blessings to You in the other contests Sweet Soul
Best wishes too
with much love & light~ Desire~*~
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woohoo this was impressive!
not the most coherent poem i have read so far but one I can believe to be genuine and natural of feling and talent, making the words full of feeling and i can fell the thoughts you convey.
"THis" a small typo here h isnt a capital
"this isn't life
for real. I fear you."
short sentances, abrupt and restricted like the persona of the poem and the repitition shows the lack of freedom.
the ending was outstanding where she rises up and accepts the end, which is a fatalistic escape but none the less it is still escape. well done. impressed.
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you have until 11 p.m. on Jan 13th to enter a new write, to go with your prewrite, if you do not enter one, this entry will be deleted. please put your name in the authors note, this is your one and only warning.
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wow...this reminds me so well of places i've been and never want to go back to. thank you so much for entering my contest and best of luck!
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