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 Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 9:13 pm
Nameless faces; Faceless figures;
Dance along the crowds.
Moving, twisting, grinding, turning,
Floating like on clouds.
Silver bullets; metal guns;
Swinging in their hands.
Music's pumping, hearts are beating;
Running over different lands.
Nameless faces; Faceless figures;
Push along the crowd.
Shoving, bumping, tripping, yelling;
Shot down if too loud.
Spiny hands; bony wrists;
Grabbing at their throats,
Squeezing, gripping, choking, sinking;
Hypnotized by the music's notes
No matter where you run,
You can never get away,
Once it was so much fun,
But now it's just another day
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 6:48 am
I think that's a brill poem! blaugh Good for you!!
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 10:41 am
I liked your poem. The rhythm was nice. I had such a feeling of claustrophobia whilst reading this. Very vivid word imagery.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 12:21 am
Very good. I really enjoyed this poem. Nothing screamed at me, nothing poked me, so it was really nice. I like when people can write poetry that is not too far on either side of the scale; Mad or Happy, Depressed or Excited. You know?
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 11:09 am
Poems are so riveting to read, aren't they? blaugh
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