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Getting Through : Creative Writing
I hate thinking up titles | from mia1 - Sunday, August 13, 2006
accessed 908 times and intro blurbs I watch it burn
the stench fill my nostrils
my stomach clenches from its odor
It doesn't matter
I let it burn
it burns away my pain
I wish it would end
I wish things could be different
I wish I could break free
So I watch it burn
I feel trapped
Like in a tight cocoon
straining, pressing, trying so hard
Will I ever break free
Probably never
Does it matter
Should it matter
I don't know but I care
Some part of me still cares so much
Some part of me wants to so hard
Some part of me wants to stop
Do I stop
Do I end it all
Not today
Maybe tomorrow
or the next day
Who knows
It burns out
I wish I was like a cigarette
when I burn out
I could always light up again |
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Reader's comments on this article Add a new comment on this article |  from mia1
Thursday, October 12, 2006 - 20:51
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I don't know anything about poetry either, I just was having a sucky week had to vent some.....
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| from Oddman
Sunday, October 08, 2006 - 02:17
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I don't know anything about poetry, but I like it.
Moving and real.
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Friday, October 06, 2006 - 19:19
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Mia, normally (I must admit), I am not a fan of your pomes—but, this one is very moving. Well done!
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