Ozymandias Posted November 7, 2006 Report Posted November 7, 2006 Egads, I'm tired. The sun rises, I do not. The bell rings, chasing dreams away. There is singing, there is sighing. There is love, there is dying. There is blood, there is revenge. There is joy, there is fear. There is a cash register. There is beer. Egads, I'm tired. The sun rises, I do not. The bell rings, chasing dreams away. There is beauty.
Ayshela Posted November 7, 2006 Report Posted November 7, 2006 Sunrise... isn't that time to go to sleep? not much to say beyond heartfelt agreement, and have a beer for me please? (My meds would be quite angry if I did.) *dragging pillow and blanket back to my corner*
Quincunx Posted November 7, 2006 Report Posted November 7, 2006 This is my favorite of the poems you posted this day. "Vengeance" trips me, although I see where it follows the theme. It's just too long. Two syllables I could have staggered past, on my way from thought to thought, but not three.
Ozymandias Posted November 7, 2006 Author Report Posted November 7, 2006 Good point. 'revenge' was the only alt I could come up with. Any suggestions?
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