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 Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 8:20 pm
No, not again
Stop, I beg
Too late
My heart beat rises
My brain fireing false fear
My eyes dart around for a path to escape
Muscles tence
Imagination breaks free
Anger rides atop it's steed
Back, I say, go back
Trying to exercise the demon
To the past you came from
No damage done
This time
What happens next time?
This poem is about how I experience panic attacks. I know it needs work, but it's the best way I know how to put it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 10:16 pm
very odd waffles... good but odd...
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 12:46 am
I like the imagery, good description. ^.^
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 3:26 am
Very nice, I don't think I've ever seen a poem expressing panic attacks before, It's very original. Keep it up.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 11:18 pm
I agree with Davis, keep up the originality! I loved the line: "Anger rides atop it's steed" very creative!
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