Contradicting title, No? Considering this is to be the future place where I stock all poems and story ideas, it really is a contradiction. I figured I might as well put all of my ideas into one thread... at least I can keep track of most of them here. The only thing that will keep this thread alive is for people to tell me what they think. Basically, tell me when it needs, what it is missing, what it has too much of, ect. Please. Don't let this die. Thank you.
A heap of shattered glass and dust is all that remains. A constant clash of minds is a harsh mental drain. We hurt each other and ourselves at the same time. Nothing we can do will fix this brutal crime. A heap of shattered glass and dust is all that remains. Nothing can fix this eternal heartfelt pain.
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Please please please please pleaseeeee tell me what you think about that.
Came very close to forming an enclosed rhyme there (ABBA) switching the last two lines around would accomplish that, and methinks perhaps help the poem flow better.
I'm afraid in regards to the poem itself, I can't seem to pinpoint the exact meaning behind it, care to enlighten me?
Look in a room. Shattered glass and dust. (same boy/girl) remembers how much they went through fighting. Someone got hurt. BOOM. Enlightenment is now over.
Moon! Your recently-discharged, number-one fan, Freakenstein, wishes for you to make a gothic short-story, like how E.A.P. does it! That would be so epic for you to do that! Your fans would be like...soo thrilled if you made that...*swoon*
Or any other works would be nice! You could always work on your free-verse.
This isn't EAP, but it is quite dark. So, here it goes!
As the clock struck 9, the sickening sound of flesh being cut echoed throughout the house. ___
"He told us one would die at 9 Charles! Oh, we are next I just know it! We can't get out of this hell!" a frantic voice whispered shrilly. "Shush Laura, or else he will find us in here!" An equally frantic but stern whisper replied. ___
"The idiots! I told them to follow us, and they could get out. No, they don't listen to us, do they Gabe?" The woman questioned. "No Gabrielle, they don't understand us. They don't see our smarts" A man with a rough voice responded.
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The man in the suit winced as he heard the clock finish ringing. He knew the one that died was Max. He purposely placed the old man on the steps as if he fell. He knew it was a horrid thing to do, but sacrifices would have to be made. ___
WILL UPDATE LATER. If anyone cares.
Yeah but do yall have a mental picture? Good. Keep it there till I update.
