Promises broken
Memories dulled
Thoughts plucked away
Imagination folds
Ending the game
The gears no longer turn
The mind's slammed shut
It has nothing left to learn
Promises broken Memories dulled Thoughts plucked away Imagination folds Ending the game The gears no longer turn The mind's slammed shut It has nothing left to learn |
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Comments
This.
Is.
Very.
Good.
I like how you used the words --Thoughts plucked away-- Very cool, very well written.
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~Loge
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'I feel so violated... do it again!'
hehehe.
and LoganSole14.
I think.
like your other poem.
Good.
Nice.
Brief.
To the point.
Concise.
Unlike.
This Message.
Yay.
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How Many Inquisitor's Does it Take to Screw in a lightbulb?
Three!
One to call it heretical!
One to deny its existence!
One to screw it in!
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Here's to us shmoes working for the man, albeit a beautiful, sexy, female man.
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the next person who says "Twilight" is at all literary in my vicinity is getting their spleen ripped out and handed to them.
R.I.P. Syd Barrett and Richard Wright
w00t!
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~Loge
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'I feel so violated... do it again!'
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Purple brusies, Black hearts, This is what, You 'love' can start
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Purple brusies, Black hearts, This is what, You 'love' can start
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