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A poem I wrote when I couldn't sleep.
This abandonmented apathy, this is Your anxiety leaving me suffering. Really did you have to go? No!
Everyday I keep on playing like it's not my heart I feel breaking. Really I do miss you, choking on these tears like water turned into glue. I know you didn't love me, but you didn't have to leave, I really needed you although you couldn't bear to be near me. When you chose to leave me, I was so filled with fear. But if you don't want me Mommy, then why do I need you here? I'm still a little kid, I've grown too fast. Now I feel I've taken life in some epic maturity blast. Selfishness is the sin you used as your last attack, and I must say you've won, because you really did make me want to take everything back. You always screamed you'd break me, while I silently took your hits. Are you proud now Mommy, now that this is what has become of your kid? |
Have you ever read a poem?
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Yes.
Why do you ask? |
Because you write like someone who's read Harry Potter rather than Baudelaire. People may tell you to plough new ground and not be confined to copycatting what other, better people have done, but they are wrong. The way to write great poetry is to read great poetry.
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Yeah, it really isn't a great poem.
I must admit I have never thought of reading poetry to write it, although the idea does seem a bit obvious now. |
It's so so.
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Can I be considered for the position of Captain Obvious if I call you judgmental?
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Bwahahahaha!!! You are making my day today. Good show. |
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You should team up with Menus. Alone, you are weak and somewhat dull, but together I suspect you would be hilarious. :D
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Uppercut! I don't know if he'll last much longer, that was horrific!
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