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Relentless

Member since 2003 · Posted 22 Mar 2003 · 4 comments

Two constants in my life On Opposite ends of a spinning magnet Two distant extremes Weaving in and out of my view Quickly Changing Always moving Never letting me adjust I reach out to chance the present But my hand is struck down By an invisible foe I cannot stop this cycle For these constants shall forever Torment my soul I do not stand alone in this Others experience these demons Many cherish one Many embrace the other Yet both exist as opposites And shall always Be a curse to me

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[8] Blindproject217 22-Mar-03/6:03 PM Reply

I like how you spaced the lines to make them seem opposite, what would have been cooler is if you had made this poem as an argument with yourself and had each line opposing the one before. I still like it though, 8

[8] Luv2write 22-Mar-03/6:30 PM Reply

Cool setup... Nice poem. Keep writing. Keep expressing yourself, you intelligent being you.

[10] thepinkbunnyofdoom 22-Mar-03/9:00 PM Reply

The way that your words talk about being pulled to different sides and then your eyes feel like they are being pulled to the other side of the page,*gasp for breathe* is absoluty genius. I'm creating a new award just for you. You get the BOORAH GRANDMA AWARD and the SWEET NEVER BEFORE AWARD. -10- and -10- But seeing as to how I only have one vote... You only get -10-

[8] deleted user 22-May-03/3:33 AM Reply

I like the format, i like it...someone should throw a cookie at you from down the hall and scream profanities...sounds familiar doesnt it? ;) -8-