As black as coal and bound in red
most of what is written in it is now dead
E-mail addresses,passwords, and usernames
most of which are now defunct are crossed out by black ink.
Journals of my past sojourns on writing and poetry sites,
echoes of friends and fellow wannabe writers
Some hang on while other have gone on to pastures new.
Like someone who has come and gone through history
each time returning with a new name or non-deplume,
what were once keys that gained entry to friends and foes
alike, now lie defunct among the dog eared pages.
Well i think thats enough...my head hurts.
A contest entry
- Close your eyes and tell me what you see by Meroza.
1100 points, ended November 8, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I need help with this one, i have been told on a few occations that this not poetry. perhaps prose?
Comments
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Some hang on while other have gone on to pastures new.
Love that.
You're awesome (:
Love,
dh ♥ -
Okay, this is a new way to take my prompt...The image is great, pick of words are okay I guess, but I do give you a brownie point for the ending tho.
Thanks for entering and best of luck
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Brilliant!!!
Enjoyed this li'l read - very creative!! 
Wishing you the best!! Peace, Cyn
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