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    dots Submission Name: The Death of Partenyadots
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    Author: DocTaylor88
    Elite Ratio:    1.02 - 6/3/10
    Words: 242
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    dotsThe Death of Partenyadots
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    I slowly cough in the window,
    Dreaming of a storm.
    My eyes re-cooperate,
    Nothing left to mourn.
    Everything I fought vindictively,
    Trying to soften up the storm.
    Am I okay, or will I get over,
    While drifting over to scorn.

    Maybe I could stop,
    And let the world be thunder.
    It's rain and rot that grips the grot,
    That's built in feverish corners.
    Let me get over, let me get over.
    This is not a game, this is not a wager,
    I aver the cause, and dry the papers.
    This was already here, who's whistled to fable?.

    Yeah I notice that I come off pretentious. A lot of things just come to my head and I write them. And they "seem" to be right. So I kinda go with them, but at the same time I am always doubting myself, so I am really just trying to find my "Groove" without coming off as pretentious and feeble. You know?? Example, "Chaos is sparked in my sides. There is a deep itch and it is mad. With redemption it will suffer". This is what just came to my head. But i don't know what it means. But I "think" that mostly it's just different parts of my emotions leaking out into one. I guess...If anyone can shine a little light on me or something about this. That would be well appreciated. Thank You!





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    ||| Comments |||
      Thanks I appreciate the advice. I just hate that I "feel" like people see me as pretentious. But I have been writing for a while. I mean I've always liked writing, drawing, painting, and everything. But It always just seems(to me) that people see me as pretending this. And the things that I am pretentious about come off as "Cool". That sucks....really!
    | Posted on 2011-06-22 00:00:00 | by DocTaylor88 | [ Reply to This ]
      You have a true talent for writing. But I'm one to believe that it shouldn't be, and can't be forced. If it is, then you get an erroneous piece that has lost potential. What I found works for me is to write, and interpret it later. There will always be deeper meanings that will be discovered later, and I think you may surprise yourself.
    | Posted on 2011-06-21 00:00:00 | by Indaleco | [ Reply to This ]


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