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To Make Matters Worse

As I ponder, falling under; Sorrow's source in me immersed Deep in dreams in dreadful slumber- Massive loss in Love's remorse Upon the Edge of Knowing, strongly stands A fragile friend in tears to burst In Death to seek our Promised Land, Or drink the dirt to quench our thirst (The latter choice to me seems worse!)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 11/21/2013 6:40:00 PM
Chan I need to give you some happy pills before you write sometimes. You keep killing me with the deep and powerful writes. You are breaking your friends heart. LOL Hugs Thanks for the heartfelt and honest comment on my Abuse Shocked Her poem.
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Date: 11/22/2013 4:03:00 AM
lol I have to take "happy pills" everyday but they don't always do the trick. There is no panacea for a melancholy of the Soul <3
Date: 10/3/2013 5:03:00 AM
Poignant transition of thoughts here my dear Archaic. Well chosen near rhyme to impeccably compliment the word immersed. To be honest I don't really get the whole substance of your poem succinctly in my mind. Maybe the depths of it is a contributing factor to that. But I do love however, the overall tone of this piece which I thought was a very good transition of thoughts to suit the rhyme scheme you've chosen to go with. Its a joy to peruse. Good job.
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Date: 10/3/2013 5:32:00 AM
Thanks for your honesty; it always helps me, and I appreciate the compliments, my friend :)
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Date: 10/3/2013 5:31:00 AM
You know, Mustapha, to be quite honest with you, sometimes I don't even know what I'm talking about. Sometimes verses pour out of my head and I don't know what I am trying to convey. At times, it's just a bunch of different or random ideas thrown together. Instead of a clear message or idea, sometimes I am just fishing to prick an emotion in the reader, I suppose.

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