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This path (Villanelle) by midnitebeauty101
This path I travel down is worn The old leaves crunch beneath my feet A new me will soon be born I began my walk forlorn Feeling lost and feeling beat This path I travel down is worn Late at night I would mourn Looking out my window; down my street I soon will be reborn My heart gets tugged until it's torn Without which I am not complete This path I travel down is worn The night leaves with promises sworn I arise; the day I'm ready to meet I soon will be reborn It's a new day; a new morn I'm ready for a new feat For this path I travel down is worn A new me will soon be born

Up the ladder: science
Down the ladder: finally i say goodbye

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.5
Weighted score: 4.9403987
Overall Rank: 9077
Posted: October 28, 2004 6:29 PM PDT; Last modified: October 28, 2004 6:29 PM PDT
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Comments:
[7] horus8 @ 24.130.62.63 | 28-Oct-04/9:58 PM | Reply
S0-So.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 82.39.20.71 | 29-Oct-04/4:52 PM | Reply
Yes; the walk to the outhouse can be a terrible, lonely thing. Especially when you know you're going to do a whopper turd.
[6] Sasha @ 69.138.240.116 | 31-Oct-04/7:33 AM | Reply
I like this better, a lot better if only because you've actually tried. You are still struggling with the form.

I tried shaping it up a little. It's a bit better this way I think:

This path I travel down is worn
old leaves are crunched beneath my feet
A newer me would be reborn.

My walk began. I was forlorn
In feeling I was lost and beat.
The path I traveled down was worn

In the late nights I'd look out and mourn-
Look out my window; down my street
A newer me will be reborn.

My heart gets tugged until it's torn
Whose tearing makes me incomplete
This path I travel down is worn.

The night departs, its promise sworn
And I arise for day is fleet.
A newer me will be reborn

With the new day whose newer morn
Readies me for a newer feat.
For this path I travel down is worn.
A newer me must be reborn.
[5] tadpole @ 24.55.116.186 | 16-Mar-05/5:18 PM | Reply
I don't sense much feeling in the poem, but I bet you have a lot more you could put into it?
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