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Apostle
Contributed by
01_zanzebar
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Tuesday, 25th May 2004 @ 01:23:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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bright as the brass silver as the vail purge my undaunting enemy burrowed from under my skins life as a snake produces nothing than hearts but to break destroy my foes dignity, i cant retake silver shiney things absent of mind only to those without one blistfully unaware of life as life is to me passing through it as we do as pawns of a game a game with no start or end thats see-able watching life through one-sided glass were on the inside, trying to look out apart from those who are out who despiratly try to look in buts its too cloudy a void life is break it and it will break you loose you misplace you find yourself lost and die missing, and presumed normal thats why im insane because its the only way you know your sane because everyone else isnt in a world that demands perfection deomotes those who are perfect as the seekers of the light we cant even see why should be long for it when all we have to say its there in a land where you cant scream or shout
is the people whom live on the 'surface' who despiratly look for their perfection a conunderum for those, who live on the out
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Re: Apostle
(User Rating: 1 ) by Cole on
Thursday, 17th June 2004 @ 10:50:15 PM AEST (User
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Confusing because of the lack of punctuation. I'm guessing you did this intentionaly because you stated at one point that you were insane. Even so, there are ways of organizing the lines so that it's clear when one thought ends and the other starts. I still enjoyed the thoughts of this poem though.
I'd appreciate if you'd return the favor of critiquing.
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