Monologue,
rambling,
in words,
sounds,
grunts,
shrieks,
and what not,
it was unknown,
what had hit,
and how,
and where,
he was here,
making sounds,
uttering incoherent words,
with suffused red,
in cheeks,
eyes,
shot dark,
the words,
flowed,
now with,
lot of sparks,
he was looking,
for someone,
when,
there was no one,
his words flew and flew,
and came down,
on him,
and now he had to,
of these,
make his own stew.
Author notes
of these,
make his own stew.
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ooh this is rushed read but certainly not a rushed write. well done on this. thanks for entering. Emma
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Great!
This poem is very interesting, the flow is unique. Maybe expand on it a bit more and it would be even awesomer! Thank you so much for your awesome entry. -
i like this, it shows a small piece of person but it works very well, best of luck in the contest
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uttering incoherent words,
with suffused red,
in cheeks,
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i like that part
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Interesting...
Good write
Si
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I love this write, even though I couldn't find a way for a prewrite for this... good luck
♥
whisper
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