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    dots Submission Name: If Ever There Wasdots
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    Author: insphered soul
    ASL Info:    19/M/ Hmmm?
    Elite Ratio:    6.49 - 450/382/94
    Words: 86
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    Average Vote:    4.0000
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    Description:
       I was sitting in my honors earth/space science class and this just came to me.

    Ah, I've been here for so long and I still can't use punctuation correctly.

    I feel like an idiot.

    Any and all comments are greatly appreciated and thank all of those who read.

    Stay safe everyone.


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    dotsIf Ever There Wasdots
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    If ever there was a time
    in which I felt the darkness
    of a thousand crushing books
    fall upon my head from a window
    this would be that time

    If ever there was a time
    in which I felt the emptiness
    that consumed the mind
    and left me trapped in a dark hole
    this would be that time

    If ever there was a time
    in which I felt redemption
    from the gods of my mind
    relinquishing my spirit
    This would not be that time




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      Earth/Science must put a lot of pressure of you :)
    The sudden abrupt change in the last stanza lines was nice. It kept the reader on their toes. IT was simple, but that's what makes it a good write.

    *tox*
    | Posted on 2007-11-21 00:00:00 | by Toxic_Rayne | [ Reply to This ]
      DUDE ur earth/space science class must be real heavy.

    This poem is swell. I like how the first two stanzas end with this would be that time and how the last stanza ended with this would not be that time.

    peace
    Grim



    | Posted on 2007-10-07 00:00:00 | by WD-40 | [ Reply to This ]
      i like it

    and i was almost scared for you when i read your descriptioin, then noticed you saved yourself by not using any punctuation at all *applauds*

    and personally, i think, instead of
    "this would be that time" or "This would not be that time"

    it would sound better as
    "this would [not] be the time"

    i like it though.

    just wait til next year when you have senioritis...









    ....like i do




    love ya


    and why is this kitten hugging and kissing you?

    *glares at her until she runs away screaming*
    | Posted on 2007-10-03 00:00:00 | by GoKart Mozart | [ Reply to This ]
      ive been here forever and me and punctuation are still not on speaking terms...

    this seemed like a trick to me.
    the way you feed me the last stanza about redemption only to quash it with 'this is not that time'...

    faith and hope move out so despair and killer amounts of homework move in...

    i think this could potentially be more but youve got some good thoughts happening here...
    | Posted on 2007-10-02 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]
      hmmm
    not bad for something just come up with while in class
    i think i like it
    makes me think of staring out the window at the great blue sky, clouds swirling around, and my mind is anywhere but where it needs to be

    xoxo
    | Posted on 2007-10-02 00:00:00 | by blu_kittin | [ Reply to This ]


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