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    dots Submission Name: History Is Not Written With Inkdots
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    Author: screamALEX
    ASL Info:    19/M/PA
    Elite Ratio:    3.87 - 40/93/49
    Words: 140
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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    dotsHistory Is Not Written With Inkdots
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    History Is Not Written With Ink

    Most destructible when we’re feeling indestructible;
    no, this world is not enough.
    Teenagers are not the problem here,
    and these fires are not the cure.
    If sharing is caring,
    then we couldn’t possibly care less;
    this power left us wanting too much.

    This is no holy war…
    don’t mistaken, none of them are.
    though they have their God, and we have ours,
    neither God stands in the frontlines of either side,
    leaving only the brave there waiting to die.
    One bullet, one word, one lie…
    to claim these lives.

    We are a book written in red,
    pages burned until nothing’s left;
    but new pages are written much too easily,
    and the crimson flows endlessly.
    For the pen is not the mightiest sword,
    but this gun IS the mightiest pen.





    Submitted on 2007-04-27 15:58:47     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      true history isn't written in ink, but in blood, or in red as you put it...

    This is no holy war…
    don’t mistaken, none of them are.
    though they have their God, and we have ours,
    neither God stands in the frontlines of either side,
    leaving only the brave there waiting to die.
    One bullet, one word, one lie…
    to claim these lives.

    this is my favorite stanza of the piece. the rhyme wasn't forced, and it was well written, although i think that "don't mistaken" should be "don't be mistaken"
    the reason i liked this piece was because it was truth and it was passion but it didn't feel like angst, which is usually what these pieces tend to be (i'm not saying there's anything wrong with angst (i write angst pieces all the time) there is just a certain time and place)

    i don't know why there aren't any comments on this piece....maybe you've just deleted them all, or perhaps everyone is tired of talk of war...
    however, i thought it was an important and well written poem. i'm not sure if this comment helped much, but you left it unspecified, so i did the best i could.

    *krys*
    | Posted on 2007-04-28 00:00:00 | by was_i_ever_real | [ Reply to This ]


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