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Running for her life she fled,
out into the dark night air,
her piercing scream awoke the dead,
on she hurried without a care.

She knew not what she ran from,
nor where her path would lead,
she was driven on by hatred,
or so it would seem.

Scurrying through the undergrowth,
her lower limbs torn,
flickering, hesitant, full of loath,
her inner self was born.

She wanted to escape this fear,
to her sins she must confess,
she needed but a listening ear,
to save her from this darkness.

As Satan lured her onward,
her soul mourned her return,
she stumbled on the white-hot coals,
and she could feel it burn.

That's wonderful, Biscuit... but I feel it could be extended. I reached the end wondering what happened to your character... but overall it's really well structured and the vocab is appropriate. Thanks for sharing clapping

thanks. its deliberately unconclusive! i wrote wen i was confused and depressed and didnt really know wat i was gna do with my life, im glad it made the right effect!

well write some more!

Good job
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
well write some more!
yes

Bleeding with Love -

A wilting rose.
A lost love.
Neglected and fallen,
crumpling, dieing;
waiting to be rescued.

Before the last petal falls,
A star is born

The rose is nurtured,
by whispered words of kindness.
Flattering and powerful,
strength, support.
A beautiful breath is shared.

As the flower grows,
delicate buds are formed.

The rhythmic beating heart awakens.
The pulse races.
Deep red petals spill
from the eye of the rose.
Fulfilled. Reformed. Reborn.

Bleeding with love.

Hmm. I like it.

And now.... something new? haha...sorry, I am a slavedriver for new poetry, as some folks will tell you.

Originally posted by Biscuit
Bleeding with Love -

A wilting rose.
A lost love.
Neglected and fallen,
crumpling, dieing;
waiting to be rescued.

Before the last petal falls,
A star is born

The rose is nurtured,
by whispered words of kindness.
Flattering and powerful,
strength, support.
A beautiful breath is shared.

As the flower grows,
delicate buds are formed.

The rhythmic beating heart awakens.
The pulse races.
Deep red petals spill
from the eye of the rose.
Fulfilled. Reformed. Reborn.

Bleeding with love.
ooo I like it too
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
And now.... something new? haha...sorry, I am a slavedriver for new poetry, as some folks will tell you.
Haha slavedriver is right!!

dance whip back to work, Slave!!!

Ignore him^ the dude just likes to make demands upon people

You write beautifully, though it's simple.

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
dance whip back to work, Slave!!!
hysterical
Originally posted by Tassie
Ignore him^ the dude just likes to make demands upon people

You write beautifully, though it's simple.
yes

lol, if u want more then go to my website - www.freewebs.com/pepperedpixi

hey, I demand because I love to read it! hahaha !!!! vile wenches!

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
hey, I demand because I love to read it! hahaha !!!! vile wenches!
Vile wenches are we???!! *gasps* You are soooo dead *glares*








Originally posted by Biscuit
lol, if u want more then go to my website - www.freewebs.com/pepperedpixi
hmm I will have to do that yes

Originally posted by Coldfire
Vile wenches are we???!! *gasps* You are soooo dead *glares*









hmm I will have to do that yes

heh... you cant get me nah nah nah nah naaaahhh! heh, course, abeing about 1500 miles away would make anyone feel safe... unless you fly down here to D/FW airport... hmm.... better keep an eye out. 1eye