The second cut and paste poem I did for english class, I'm rather proud of this one, since it's hard to create a poem that means something to you out of bits and peices of someone else's writing. But I managed to gather up a few words a peice them together to capture how I thought I would see myself back when I was in grade eight. Guess what I though was wrong considering I'm still here today, and I'm pretty happy. :] View table of contents...

Submitted: Mar 25, 2008    Reads: 56    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

She's gone

Wilted

No breath

A hollow shell

Deep below

the small patch of green

the worms

mourn for me

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MissGC

deap!

Posted: Mar 27, 2008

Author Comment:

Thank you very much!

XxPrincessxX

I like your metaphors, very discriptive. It's nice to see you're still writing :)
Be sure to check out my lastest stuff, and I hope you get some more up soon. :)

Posted: Mar 28, 2008

Author Comment:

Well, these were cut and paste poems, so it was vary hard to put together something that was meaningful to me, with bits and peices of words from short stories.

Maple Bowen

Actually, very deep. Short and simple but causes a very deep affect. Love it! =)
~Maple

Posted: Jul 10, 2008

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