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Wild Child (Other) by crimzon Life's a wild child
true and unbridled,
mysteriously beautiful.
It runs amiss
with careless feet,
through our worlds.
Life's a wild child
cruel and unkind,
with a will so strong
that it controls minds.
The minds of those
without self expression.
Life's a wild child
enlightening and bright.
It sets us free
from depressions chains,
only to remain complicated
and always misunderstood.
Life's a wild child,
lonely and cold.
Its eyes are icey blue
and stop us in our tracks,
ultimately bringing us back
into it's lingering grasp.
Up the ladder:
can't go back
Down the ladder:
My Mind
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Posted: January 25, 2003 9:10 AM PST; Last modified: January 25, 2003 9:10 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.809275 Overall Rank: 11002 Comments:
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nentwined @ 66.92.183.34
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26-Jan-03/4:17 AM
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The repetition thing is something I do much myself, but this feels... cluttered and bloated. try to chop some words and ponder more strongly the images you've got. as well, consider why you're actually writing the poem, what you want to convey.
This is to poetry what the blue lagoon was to cinema?
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