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(3/22/2013 4:49:00 PM)
how do I finish this?any suggestions?
Words exhale rhythm and rhyme,
Tasting of air filled with brine,
That once carried notes from windblown chimes,
After falling from the cloudless clime.
It is odd that air travels so far,
Only consumed and exhumed from lungs and heart
Air who's element creates stars perpetual light,
And presses against skin on sultry nights.
(2/24/2013 4:33:00 AM)
Good Evening Alice,
Let me begin by saying that I am very glad that you're excited about poetry and the many wonders such self expression can hold for almost anyone, and welcome to the website, but I also have to note that your message was very poorly written and will probably scare away just as many readers as a Nazi book burning party. Please use correct spelling, small mistakes I understand, we all make them but when you put everything in caps it tends to yell ignorance. I as a reader am far more likely to become enthralled in a poem or short story if I at least believe that it will be have some deeper insight or significance to it. And as a writer its our job to proved that allure of mystery and draw the reader into our way of thinking, to reveal our soul, if you will. I know this comment probably came off as rather harsh, its not my intention to make you dismay, however, I would simply recommend that you work on some of your advertising abilities, as is they are stating you have a negative product.
With respect and hopeful admiration,
(12/17/2012 9:53:00 AM)
Shaddows like flames consume,
As broken tears grow like a weavers loom,
A casket rest alone in lonely room,
Silently awaiting the tomb.
Waiting in silence,
I hear the words,
As they let out their longing hurt,
Last good byes i can never say,
Before the dirt,
Hides me away.
How painful it will be,
When you are as you imagine me,
To have to hear loves last goodbyes,
And be unable to even cry.
How lonely it is,
To be alone,
Laying inside the funneral home,
And wishing that i could say.
I love you, okay?