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Red (Free verse) by Brittanyy
building dreams on misinterpretations digging a hole in this fragile heart I'm lifting myself up just to watch myself come crashing down it's so hard to see reality for what it's worth living in a world where feeling is too easy emotions rush forth so naturally forgetting to supress what rises in me why do I look for something to care for in somebody else crawl away from these taunting disasters let the storm roll over without interfering maybe someday I can live with the truth that lonliness is my only companion

Up the ladder: The Bastard Earth
Down the ladder: Lynched

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.4
Weighted score: 5.2
Overall Rank: 4554
Posted: September 20, 2003 11:21 PM PDT; Last modified: September 20, 2003 11:21 PM PDT
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[8] akidnamedkev @ 162.83.208.209 | 21-Sep-03/6:42 AM | Reply
'that lonliness is my only companion' - nice line

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[7] richa @ 81.178.240.145 | 21-Sep-03/2:15 PM | Reply
OK, the sentiment of building dreams on interpretations and looking for something to care for in somebody else, at least attempts to explore.

the words are not necessarily poetic, and supress what rises in me is a bit kind of psychobabble, and loneliness my only companion has been used so many times before.

But as I said it is OK, not bad even
[10] sliver @ 63.190.64.104 | 21-Sep-03/9:12 PM | Reply
I love it, it has a certain melancholy ring of truth.
'It's so hard to see reality...' Yea, and you never really know what it's worth unless you've been on the other side of that fine line.Anyway, I enjoyed this one. 10.
[1] razorgrin @ 192.197.142.138 | 22-Sep-03/6:22 PM | Reply
Whine whine whine. What, did you break a nail? Shitty rhythm, shitty cliched images and the self pity supplied the flies and stink lines.
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