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I've noticed that lately all Lit has been getting are half-assed poems, some of which are simply based on those bloody annoying MSN icons or avatars or whatever you call those 100x100 atrocities. I have decided to break this drought of creativity by posting the rough versions of poems I have to write. Give me any criticism you've got - also, don't bother posting if you think it's about the obvious vehicle theme.
- (Formatting on this one is as close as I can get it without making it an image. Gesundheit It can start from anything or nothing at all But once the fuse is ignited, It cannot be put out by even the most airtight press. It's over in an instant, And yet the buildup slows everything like a dam lowered into a dam a stream of time. Then, unexpectedly, even though you had the feeling it would happen all along, you feel the silence remorselessly bludgeoned to DEATH , then, There is the horrible shapeless mess that lingers for a lifetime or what's left of them. EDIT: Sidenote - if you need to ask what the underlying theme is, you're wrong about it, or don't have it exactly. If you do get it, please don't post what it is in the thread, just say, "Yeah, I got the meaning." I need to see if I need to pull it forward, shroud it a little more, or leave it the way it is. - transfUsion today, i Stole a glancE at my veiNs. being roBbed by plastic, belOngings stored in gLass bags. never to be seen again.
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