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experience is Clueless
Fury escapes familiarly through fingertips,
balled in the furious grip of rage.
Blood stained walls decorated
by fist-sized holes, linger as a reminder
to keep silent on nights like these.
Youthful faces hide behind closed doors,
while the vulnerability of the experienced
hold reign in that dirty, brown kitchen.
And even though the doors are closed,
screams and promises of leaving
seep through the cracks.
But leaving is giving up,
or rather, leaving is change and
change brings fear, but infidelity
and alcohol are not part of marriage vows.
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Comment by: Jorbian - 2008-05-13 19:22
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| smashing. I like it. |
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Comment by: somax - 2008-05-05 17:41
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| I am actually speechless... (that means you're rediculously good) |
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Comment by: Breathe - 2008-01-14 00:01
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| I like it, especially the latter two stanzas, but the first one bothers me. Fury and furious used in succession brings a kind of redunancy to the piece, which can be good in some cases, but here it just brings the work to a choppy start. Consult a thesaurus. |
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| I love the last stanza I can relate "and alcohol are not part of marriage vows."....Well written! |
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| You pulled me into the poem and into that mment in time. And that's what writing is all about, pulling your readers into that moment....Great job, Great read.... |
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