Tattered

Member since 2002 · Posted 4 Aug 2002 · 2 comments

My face is bloody and dirty Cut by paper tears Trampled on by many feet Over many years Smiles held by safety pins Laughter an illusion Joy is just a three-letter word Happiness an intrusion Agony is my companion Malaise is his friend Misery is their advocate My heart will never mend...

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[5] horus8 4-Aug-02/6:00 PM Reply

yes but the joy luck club was an eleven lettered asian wok of intrigue. i like big tits on gooks.oh nice poem would taste better with a bullet in my cock holea

[5] Sunny 21-May-06/5:53 PM Reply

This poem obviously carries much emotion with it...which you can do a lot with. I think you managed to pinpoint a lot of emotion dead-on, if you will, but there were a few things I wanted to point out to you:

-L2: "paper cuts"??
-L5: Nice
-L10: I didn't understand how malaise could be a friend??
-Last line: I thought you could end with more emotion, more grasp on the heart of your theme, in my personal opinion.

~Sunny