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This is a free verse poem so no rhyming sorry
![]() decided to try out a new type of style since I always do rhyming. If it sucks sorry Thanks for reading. if you have any title suggestions I'll be glad to hear ![]() Desperate.. She's fighting, pushing, struggling, trying to cling to anything she can get her grasp on.. At war with her own self... Stuffing her face barley able to enjoy what she so longed for. Only gaining more guilt, more shame Sticking her fingers down her throat, trying to get rid of the feeling, emotions, fears, problems.. Only gaining more.. She slowly slumps down,.. back moping the dust off the wall, hands over her face clutching her hair with tears flowing from her eyes like an endless river. She picks up the silver object glistening in the bathroom light laying beside her. She follows it with her eyes, taking her breath away. Slowly etching the cold metal in her wrist sending chills up her spine. She can finally feel something. Pressing in deeper and deeper. Perhaps the pain will leak out. Drop after drop after drop. She leans her head against the wall hoping yet knowing the moment won't last forever. She stands up clutching the door knob, knees wobbling and meets with some stranger, far skinner than what she sees, far prettier than she thinks, and far more hurt than she knows. Smashing the reflection with her fist. Hoping to be no more but it remains staring back. She opens the door struggling to move her feet one over the other. Hobbling down the hall,..hands following the wall ready to grasp if she falls. Finally collapsing on her bed welcomed with a stale smell and memories. Another day... |
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Re: Need title suggestions -
February 11th 2012, 07:10 AM
The only problem "I" find with Free Verse poetry, is that it almost sounds like someone is just talking - or having a conversation.
Although, this one didn't. You changed my perspective a bit on Free Verse poetry. Although I know it's poetry, I always question how much poetry is it? I guess I'm just Naive like that. BUT, this was great. A great read ![]() Edit: OH I didn't even see the title suggestion thing. Hmmm...gah I'm terrible with titles -.- lol. I'll think, though. |
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