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October 23rd, 2001, 09:38 AM
#1
Inactive Member
the rain drop trickles downward
streaming endlessly; carelessly
stopping for nothing
swivels back and forth until its barrier
then it stops
the second follows
just as its predecessor
tracing the path of whats been left behind
stepping out of line at times
until again... it stops
Relating to the drops
I see myself following the path
Realizing that i wanna step out of line
Become my own
Wanting the rain to stop
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looking closer....
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October 23rd, 2001, 12:26 PM
#2
Senior Hostboard Member
I really liked the end. And the idea of the rain.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>swivels back and forth until its barrier
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Do you mean until it reaches it's barrier? or what is the barrier?
Was a little confused. I realize it's not the main point of the poem, but that kinda made me glitch while reading it, kinda like a knot in a shoelace so to speak. But overall the poem was done nicely.
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As miserable as life may be I hold it pretty precious...
If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I wil write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always, I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.
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