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Left to Right
My life was once an open book
But a careless hand was all it took
To spill the ink on all the pages
And in one moment my life changes
Now that chapter's through and done
All the pages, come and gone
Now again I come to stand
Paper ready, pen in hand
Yet terrified I'll only make
Just one more darkened mistake
And so the pages all stay white
Till I find courage left to write
And pray the ink will keep it's hue
To darker shades of black or blue
And will not fade to deepest red
Just as once before it had
A crimson shade, a shade of blood
A color that stole all I loved
The last time that a single page
Looked up and stared me in the face
So as the moments pass me by
I'll stand aloof with doubtful eye
Still knowing I will win this fight
And turn the pages, left to right
I'll find the courage left to write,
But not, I think, tonight.
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Comment by: - 2008-10-24 09:36
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| Fantastic construction. I try to avoid generalizations regarding age; I really try; but I inevitably wonder why many times people in their teens are better writers than many older people (when they let their minds stiffen): it's because Time hasn't put on its corrosive effect on their imagination. As we grow older, it becomes harder and harder to remain that keen and observant outsider teens usually are. I hope you stay a teen forever! :) |
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Comment by: tcbswan - 2006-10-19 16:02
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| WOW! your rhyme scheme is perfect, so lyrical, and it reads wonderfully outloud--as for the subject it is so real and how many times i think, have i been in that same spot, afraid to write in fear of what might spill out, bleed onto the pages. what a vivid and powerful image and so perfect. this poem really spoke to me...i hope you found what you need to continue--smile--since this isn't your last post, lol, i'm guessing you did. thank you for posting this poem it was awesome! |
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I liked your use of alliteration and consonance. This worked well with the lack of breaks because it was fluid and short enough to carry the reader to the end. Good write.
Yvylyn |
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