Sunday, April 19, 2009

This is my favorite poem i ever wrote (i think)?

This was wrote during a very difficult time, let me know what you think constructive critisism welcome





This path that I travel, no one would choose.





My feet are bloody from the miles, I have worn through my shoes.








Uneven and wet, time and time again I slip.





I stare into my coffee cup, the scenes that stares back at me almost make me sick.








Just when the sun starts to shine, in the distance I hear the thunder boom.





I open my eyes all alone, I lie in my bed in my dark room.








Again I am hunted by my fears, like clock work as the leaves fall from the trees.





The pains I hide inside, no one seem to see.








Winter slowly melts to spring, spring to summer, summer fades to fall





The anger that boils inside, once again my fist is through the wall.








With this road I walk, I find constant trials.





My legs are tired, if I can just keep on for a little while.








The walls I come up against, a mudslide with all its debris.





I trudge through

This is my favorite poem i ever wrote (i think)?
reading this made me feel as if i was the person... meaning that i was in your shoes or say the subject of the poem%26#039;s shoes. very deep in thought, i like.
Reply:This poem is so good I am almost speechless, and jealous that I%26#039;m not this good. I think we can all relate to this, I know I could at one time in my life. Thank you for sharing this, you are so talented. I read the lovey dovey one you wrote, but this is where your style is. I see why its your favorite, its gonna be hard to hold a candle to this one.
Reply:this poem scares me a little, its like your trying to hurt yourself. and trying to be a little emo. no offence though, i use to write poems like that cause i was really sad and depressed but, then i relized that i should be thankful for being alive because a lot of people are not that lucky.
Reply:I can feel the pain and heartache inside. If it moves a person to deep emotion then it is a great poem. You could condense some sentences and make the poem more smooth and easier flowing. Know what I mean, but it is a great poem of melancholy --like Poe.



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