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#32593 - blackoutonetwotwo
Reply +3
(07/10/2013) [-]
Guys I don't know where to post this but poetry is a form of art so I'll put it right here.

Here I stand before you, speaking
whilst I stare into your soul...it is weeping
Under your bed, I sneak upon thee
afterward I shall flay you with glee
Who am I and who are you?
This I swear, I bid you adieu...

I just made a free verse stanza for my literature class, was wondering if this will work...
#32698 to #32593 - anon
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(07/12/2013) [-]
Here's one of mine: They gathered around her lowering casket
With tears streaming down their face
How could someone as nice as her, do something like that?
Acting as if they never heard her pleas for help.
Like they hadn't noticed her sadness.
Like they weren't the ones who had called her down and ignored her.

Their voices had beaten her till she was raw.
And the glaring silence lead her into nothingness…
#32594 to #32593 - weeping
Reply +2
(07/10/2013) [-]
I applaud you for including my name in it as well.