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    dots Submission Name: The Blame Game (part 2)dots

    Author: Aangskate
    ASL Info:    18/male
    Elite Ratio:    3.32 - 133/117/44
    Words: 66
    Class/Type: Poetry/Death
    Total Views: 688
    Average Vote:    2.0000
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       The last part of my poetry story.

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    dotsThe Blame Game (part 2)dots

    Burning tears
    Pounding fists.

    Stop the screams,
    Please stop fighting.

    Broken promises
    Continual blaming.

    Black casket,
    Red roses.

    Bloody noses
    Guilt surrounding

    Black dresses,
    “She would have liked that.”

    Hysteric mothers,
    Quiet father

    Meaningless words,
    Wasted prayers.

    Two dirt holes
    Are just waiting.

    Fresh graves,
    One marked stone.

    Spring fades
    So do we.

    Submitted on 2009-03-27 10:45:59     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      This comment is about both parts, but i only felt like leaving one, no need to go back and forth.

    The first part is hopeful but scary. My stomach fluttered as if with butterflies, but I was terrified by unseen possibilities and complications.

    Without my knowledge of the subject, i believe the meaning of the poem would be hard to reach. But then again, i cannot very easily forget this knowledge and look at it from an outsiders perspective, so i dont know.

    This second one was even more confusing. I understand, the bloody noses, as us fighting back, and the blaming as our parents trying to shift the blame, and find answers, but the rest leaves more questions unanswered than not. One major question (for me) is who died?
    One of us, both or someone else?

    i believe the concept of death crept into this poem by way of a romeo and juliet kind of theme, true love ends in death. And sometimes it seems that way, but every one dies in the end. And umm, yeah...

    I kind of just ran out of things to say...

    I love you.


    We will get out of this somehow.
    | Posted on 2009-04-06 00:00:00 | by dthforeverpain8 | [ Reply to This ]

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