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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Words called from across the hall

She can't help but hear them all

They watch as she passes by

Knowing that she wants to cry

Still they shout and call her names

To them its all just a game

Their glares jabbing at her sides

With so many pointed knives

She hears them call but still she walks

Their eyes watching her like hawks

Submitted: November 19, 2009

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Such a sad poem. Liked it though. But maybe you could have made it a bit longer.

Thu, November 19th, 2009 11:02pm

Toby Cruz

Very powerful with how short it is. Very nice. WEll done

Thu, November 19th, 2009 11:09pm

Lost and Forgotten

i really lik this one!!

Thu, November 26th, 2009 4:54am


Thanks :]

Fri, November 27th, 2009 4:44pm


your imagery is so unbelievably amazing.. ugh... you have so much talent.

Sun, November 29th, 2009 1:53pm

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