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 Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 3:33 pm
Siblings
I fear nothing,
not pain,
nor darkness
or even fear itself,
except......
the only thing I fear more than fear pain and darkness...
is my older brother...
his words are a sharp knife...
stabbed through my heart and thrusted away
leaving me alone to crumble,
in the shadows...
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 6:03 pm
Siblings is the name of the piece and should be on a seperate line with a page break before the poem
The poem contradicts itself. You start with I fear nothing, but more then the fear I feel for pain or darkness is my brother.
I would make the poem a little longer to describe the pain that he inflicts through words alone.
Interesting Idea and a good start though smile
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 5:01 pm
Thanks. I am one of the younger members. I signed up on my birthday when I finally qualified. I showed this to my poetry teacher and she was blown away...and slightly disturbed....XD
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