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Watcher (Free verse) by creepshow
I took you in, So let me begin. After a while, things were fine... No one expected all you're lying. So now here I sit, I can't escape from this pit... I hear the phone calls, Breathing walls. I see your smile, It just isn't your coy little selfish style... Or was it, Am I a reflection of what you hate? A neverending escape... Always running from the truth, Into a moral outrage. Now as I sit from afar, I notice your car. I see you two together, Kissing like it's gone on forever. My erotic pain cleanses me, I like the pain infliction, Can't stop the self destructive addiction. I sit at home and wait for you, Listenting to another excuse. Well guess what dear, Lights out for you.

Up the ladder: Haiku String of the Bee
Down the ladder: I Be Damned

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.6666665
Weighted score: 4.9602656
Overall Rank: 8661
Posted: August 21, 2006 11:02 AM PDT; Last modified: August 21, 2006 11:02 AM PDT
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[6] amanda_dcosta @ 202.164.140.158 | 22-Aug-06/6:52 AM | Reply
too melancholy and depressing.
[n/a] creepshow @ 70.59.81.76 > amanda_dcosta | 22-Aug-06/1:52 PM | Reply
While some people enjoy writing about flowers and love, and how it inspires them to better themselves, I choose the opposite side, focusing in on all the negative emotions that love can bring, the cruel way it can inflict pain and suffering without regret...that to me is more exiting than depressing, and more heartfelt and real to be melancholy.
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