Spinning, like a plastic ball
Filled with liquid nitrogen
There is no controls
No foreign containment
Cold shoulders
Like an acidic frost
Burning holes of hate
Until nothing is there
Metallic darkness
Shines, when light is upon it
Turns into beauty
Only when given the chance
Glances into a past
A present, a future
Attention is key
Though broken from rust
Just one chance
To change an elegant mind
A hand, a touch, a smell.
Failure.
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we get it now he says awesome i say that putsit into a totally new perspective i ws thinking explosives of some sort but thats just me i like it
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im sorry...we just dont get this one...reminds me of nukes but thats just cause of my past experiences with em...id love a comment back explaining
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I guess to put it as simply as possible, it's about human nature. There's always someone who goes un-noticed and everyone ignores them until they break through their own barriers to do something which gets attention and people finally realise that they are someone so unique and beautiful. And sometimes all that is needed is someone to reach out to them. Show them a bit of humanity.
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wow
this was realy good...!!! i dont have much to say but i'm feeling more than i'm saying..verry stong in my opinion..(dont ask me why)..nice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(in a verry NICE way!!!!!!!!!!)
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Holy Pancakes!
This is great, the imagery is amazing...it's got such a melonchally tone to it. I am really impressed. The ending is what jumped out at me...
You're a great poetess, from what I've seen so far
well done!
-Dusty-
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