It's easier then one like you would think,
Clutching dismembered trees,
Arms bent into spilled ink.
The feelings of hatred,
The feelings of doubt.
You know of this not,
As you finally let out,
Your inhibitions,
Decisions,
All centered about,
Your ink spilled hands
And her head filled with out.
Author notes
err this was a ten second poem.... Literally...
I was IMing a friend, here was the conversations
her
i tend not to like mine either but i can't really write poetry xD
Me
im sure u could
if u tried
its easier then one would think...
I know It's not my best work but hey, its also not as dark as normal... hooray?
Honesty is always appreciated
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Ten second poem? I dislike you right now... Not really. But I wish I could write this good in that little time. This is excellent. Yes, I decided to drop in and comment. I picked something short, because I am tired. I will be back for everything else I need to catch up on soon though. Hehe you haven't seen that last of me. Anyway. Great poem.
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Good
I like it considering the time you took to write it
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