Monday, June 8, 2009

Dripping Comments

Rating: 5.0

Doom, despair, exhaustion and terrible dread
Calling me, pulling me, wanting me dead
I cannot go on, I cannot take this any longer
Only do I grow weaker always, never stronger
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Deborah Cromer
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Danny H 17 August 2009

:) Beautiful remedy always talking it out through a poem..

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Justin Unanue 24 July 2009

There was a dark humor to this story, and I enjoyed it.

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Nikunj Sharma 21 July 2009

Forget everything Just remember the time The hour, the minute and the moment's rhyme The chords that u strike The music that u play Is enough to make the world sway...

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Eyan Desir 30 June 2009

Thoughtful and intelligently written 10s

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Suicidal Magic 24 June 2009

'hiding thoughts of pills, guns, and the deadly knife' wow... its like u can read my mind i can so see myself in ur poetry! and wow ur poems r AMAZING! ! ! !

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Stephen Stirk 08 June 2009

The poem is a sad description of what could be depressesion. I think it is an imaginative write. So often, this can be hidden behind a smile. 'My smile is charming, bright, and so full of life' Enjoyed the read Best Steve

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Deborah Cromer

Deborah Cromer

Portland, Oregon
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