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[georgiamay]

I wrote this a little while ago. I'm not exactly good at writing, but I still do from time to time.
It's probably a load of crap, but oh well. :P

Her eyes were wide.

Sat on the floor,
She rocked.
Memories scattered around her feet,
She looked down and remembered.

The past is the past,
Not now.
No.
She lives in the past.

Past is present.

Her eyes stung,
Her vision blurred,
She reached for the blade
but stopped still.

She couldn't.
She wouldn't.

Memories came,
Taunted her.

"Fuck it." She thought.

A crimson river,
A jolt of pain.

All was gone,
Nothing remained.

[Fiction]

I like it. Especially at the start, but \i think towards the end you concentrate more on the ryhme than the actual poem, but that' just me not liking rhyming :P It's good :)

[Quahog]

That was a very nice poem Georgia. Reminds me of a friend of mine.

[georgiamay]

I like it. Especially at the start, but \i think towards the end you concentrate more on the ryhme than the actual poem, but that' just me not liking rhyming :P It's good :)

Thanks :) I don't really like it when a poem ryhmes, but it kind of flowed better than what it was originally. Trust me, the ending was awful before :P

That was a very nice poem Georgia. Reminds me of a friend of mine.

Thanks. :)

[Magenta]

I loved it. :)