Delaurence23 Posted January 31, 2005 Share Posted January 31, 2005 keep digging i got my shovel and im burying myself alive wit the answers i cannot find they tell me its all a test, but soon i will be buried and put to rest im screaming wit fury and my lungs are burning please help me the fire out and silence the wake of my upcoming approach and finnally let the silence encroach.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DN Posted January 31, 2005 Share Posted January 31, 2005 because they are poems and people assume you do not want a response. Poetry usually stands on it's own. If you need help with something ask for it, if you need a critique ask for that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ForAnother Posted February 1, 2005 Share Posted February 1, 2005 hell I loved your poem. Dunno I haven't seen your poetry yet. I usually comment on the ones I like, then if one really needs help then I comment. I love the idea of buring yourself alive with the lungs burning... i think it would be an awesome poem if you were digging a hole in the cold air at nite... your breathing is getting restless and your lungs are burning from the cold and then end it with your last two lines. Keep digging i got my shovel and Im burying myself alive. With the answeres I cannot find they tell me its all a test but soon i will be buried and put to rest let this cold nite pass. Im screaming with fury and my cold lungs burning please help me put the fire out and silence the wake of my upcoming approach and finally let the silence encroach to put my tired lungs to rest. Burned cold dead. just a suggestion but I love it ForAnother Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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