DEATH 17 Nov. 2009 TFPP 6:00pm

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  • hany
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DEATH 17 Nov. 2009 TFPP 6:00pm

My fingers are numb already, I couldn’t write no more

My hands are useless, it has no heart anymore

I could no longer feel the essence of time immortal

I’m as cold as ice, like death falling on the sea of life

 

I could no longer feel my heart beating

It is useless feeling

No more pretenses

I am as cold as death himself

 

Death befall on my beloved spirit

I could no longer feel the emptiness inside me

Its worthless living

I feel no shame anymore

 

 

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Helios commented on DEATH 17 Nov. 2009 TFPP 6:00pm

11-24-2009

I agree with SilverGirl, a great poem and great use of literary elements!

SilverGirl commented on DEATH 17 Nov. 2009 TFPP 6:00pm

11-19-2009

This is very good.. Your use of metaphores nice. It has a great flow and the visual took me right there with you.. Keep on writing. Hugs SG

hany

11/19/2009

a million tnx... :)

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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