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Awake
Dec 4, 2011 6:24:20 GMT -5
Post by south4thesummer on Dec 4, 2011 6:24:20 GMT -5
Three in the morning and I am awake, awake, awake. Every part of me twitching without moving, my eyes wide and unseeing in the dark. I am torn to shreds by millions of anchorless memories, a sea of troubles. Half afraid to sleep, because I know that I will dream, but desperate for it. I make patterns and colors out of the blackness, creating a self-portrait that kills me and keeps me alive. This is where you find me, every bit of you that I can recall. You, covering my fingers and face, smothering my fears. You, with words like knives. You, with eyes like autumn. I am not sad, I am not happy, I am merely consumed.
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Lily
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Awake
Dec 4, 2011 13:46:30 GMT -5
Post by Lily on Dec 4, 2011 13:46:30 GMT -5
Another great poem! You paint images so evocatively.
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BlueLotus
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Awake
Dec 4, 2011 15:56:24 GMT -5
Post by BlueLotus on Dec 4, 2011 15:56:24 GMT -5
In the spirit of fairness however... you should crit others works as well as post your own. But yeah what lily said...
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Awake
Dec 11, 2011 10:01:27 GMT -5
Post by bubblegum91 on Dec 11, 2011 10:01:27 GMT -5
I totally agree. Well done!
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Awake
Feb 3, 2012 20:36:10 GMT -5
Post by artfulhelix on Feb 3, 2012 20:36:10 GMT -5
They are all write, very well done.
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