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May 10, 2004 (Free verse) by Patsy What do i know of Misery? Nothing.
Selfish, i enjoy staring with Melancholy.
We both see the same constellations,
we each need our pauses like rain.
Misery has never visited us on these
little sojourns.
But we know she's there.
Your words reeked of her.
Misery had her boots on
the day you were crowned her favourite.
You took her veil away
and made her plain.
She'll never forgive you.
Up the ladder:
On the Discovery of Nogoodnicks and Graphite Under the Nail
Down the ladder:
Haven
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Posted: June 12, 2005 11:35 PM PDT; Last modified: June 12, 2005 11:35 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.089402 Overall Rank: 6289 Comments:
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13-Jun-05/12:49 AM
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Misery is a woman. Ha! nice.
Written down a bit too impulsively, but what you wrote down is most effective. I like this one a lot.
The last quatrain is very good, as is the final line. The first quatrain's a bit confusing, It feels like an inside joke. I wish it was more accessible to me. Nice images.
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