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My Soul-Mate
Contributed by
hot-shot
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Sunday, 21st November 2004 @ 11:38:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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I was looking for a soul-mate,
And one day I found a perfect soul
She was so beautiful
As like an innocent angel
Her look was so amazing that she didnt belong to this world
As she came from the fairyland or paradise
She came in my life like an azure
And change my life from dark to green
With her cheerful and loving nature
But I didnt know
That one day every thing will be change
And I lost her
As I lost the glint of my eyes
I didnt think
Days could be so cruel to me
The angel of death took away the soul of my love
Without thinking
How can I live without my beloved?
What can I say?
It was my fate or unfortunate
I know she never wanted to apart from me
But she couldnt change the fate
And leave me alone and broken heart
In this loveless world
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2004-11-21 23:38:45]
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Re: My Soul-Mate
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by emystar on
Sunday, 21st November 2004 @ 11:45:56 PM AEST
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So very sad but written well.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
luv, huggs,
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Re: My Soul-Mate
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by AcrosticCacophany on
Monday, 22nd November 2004 @ 06:50:10 AM AEST
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Hot - shot. Not so hot, eh? It's been a while since I've left my mark on the fearful minions of this little abode, and I just thought I'd drop a kindly hello. Kindly, in the kindest sense, I assure you. Your 'netspeak' is as good as it comes: low, degenerate, and about as 'hip' as all the other parodies of the language. Your poetry, I commend you on. I'd like to congratulate you for being the five million and sixty-eighth most tragic poet since the sickly days of Shakespeare when the semi-literate couldn't afford pens. Jusst dandy. I'm sure your loss is consummate, heart-wrenching, and as meloncholy, as, oh, every other poor excuse for doggerel that's been written. Not to berate you, really; I love a good splurge of words every now and then, it's good for the circulation and keeps the blood nice and red. But honestly. The world doesn't consist only of angels of death and innocence, where death keeps stealing your innocence. Sure, that may be almost all of the world to you five million and sixty-eight mourners out there, but there's a reason not everyone writes about this stuff. Because we can't? No. Because we don't know how it would feel? No. Because we don't understand? No. Because we grew out of it?
Maybe.
You have my honest words of congratulation if this is your first romp with the English language. As a new word to look up, I'd suggest "originality."
The Wordslayer,
~AcrositcCacophany. |
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