And the fire burns...
:: flex ::
Under the black sun she waits,
Crouched in the burning glare,
Waiting for them to notice her.
:: flex! ::
She laughs at them all,
As the try to escape,
She is nothing but invincible.
:: FlEx! ::
They've fallen and she won't help them,
They torrmented her forever,
It's her revenge.
:: FLEX! ::
And the fire burns,
Under the black sun,
As the mediocre lives of those who tormented her end.
:: flex..::
She's out of power,
They've got her,
She must-
:: flex.::
She can't do it,
No more energy courses through her veins.
She's defeated.
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Written August 18th, 2004
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300 points, ended September 2, 2004, 34 entries
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This is an interesting poem, i like how the figure in the poem keeps flexing to keep everything, or everyone, that hurts her away. However...flexing makes one stronger, the hardhship the muscles go through prepare it for other hardships, making it stronger. I like it. Good job. -
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Uhm... I don't understand it very much (might me just me) but... what's with all the 'flex'? The poem itself is good though. -
She shall never be defeated if she has that fire inside her, and a person should never let go of what keeps them going, but rather find alternatives to pain and hatred
interesting piece, i liked the format!
*hugS*
liz -
I like this poem. It's nice seeing some pieces away from a rhyming scheme once in a while seeing as pratically all of my pieces stray away from strict rhyming schemes. This had no doubt an interesting aurora to it. Good job
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great poem... but you havent read rules at all... and you havent titled your poem by any of the 130 titles?
*iva*
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