| Poem: Submit | Random | Best | Worst | Recent | Comments |
|
Choices (Free verse) by Ojiboch It is in this place I quiver with rage
I shiver the night away
And when dawn breaks, I am gone
That's how I travel until I'm done
If I think of a better way, that path I might take
That path I may cross today
Let's hope
Up the ladder:
A Voice Found
Down the ladder:
How Could You Leave
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 3.0
Posted: October 15, 2002 7:28 PM PDT; Last modified: October 15, 2002 7:28 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.462117 Overall Rank: 12862 Comments:
[8]
Nicholas Jones @ 137.44.1.200
|
16-Oct-02/6:44 AM
|
Reply
Nice. The business about paths makes me think of Robert Frost - the road not taken.
Ouch. My brain is hurting.
I agree with the frost thing. I hate Robert Frost.
my left eyeball just imploded. thanks.
Ask the flight attendant to bring you a blanket, and some hot cocoa. your Po-M is poopilicious.
114 view(s)
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
