So, this took me around 2 weeks to write, but I THINK it's halfway decent now. Constructive criticism is WELCOME!
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November 9, 2008 8:17 PM
A child brought to life
A child put to death
And only fourteen years between
Her birth and final rest
She would nbever be pristine
For in her dreams she'd face it
'Twas in her eyes, yet no one knew
How she struggled in order to fake it
She stayed shut up in the now-blue room
Formerly pure as she never would be
Tried and failed to break the mirror
That showed such a horror as she
Vivid darkness heightens her senses
And in the silence she bleeds
The drops, they are her monologue
Her very soon-ending speech
Prolonged by worthless charity
Half convinced by plea and beg
"Return my soul, you'll have your heart,"
But he won't agree to the trade
He knows that wit that barter
He's signing her life away
He's pulling the trigger, slashing the blade
Ensuring her body won't wake
So he declines and wishes her well
Though he knows it angers her
Being tied to Earth by him
Whilst the other strangles her
She stands alone in th cold
Knowing she's been the great failure
The pain she causes for one last time
She's positive that it won't fail her.
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2 comments:
hey its andrea from school
i really like your stuff :]
you've got some major talent
keep up the good work (:
haha i WISH my writing was anywhere near as good as yours..
my blog is just full of meaningless ranting. but yeah, yours is interesting to read
Wow. Thanks. I'm not so confident in my writing, especially now, with a serious block that's slowly subsiding. I'm trying to post a bit more often, so this could end up with a ton of stuff. Thanks for your comment!
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