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its still
its motionless
its dead
its relaxed
its calm
its stillborn
fealing, pointless
moving, pointless
breathing, pointless
air, pointless
its all pointless
when your a still born
the greving
the losses
the funarel
were lost
were reborn as
a stillborn
if you say its dead
if you say its gone
its not dead or gone
there stillt here
there still waching
there
just doing it in a diffrent way
thats the life of a still born
everyone greaving over the losses
were not lost
were just reborn
so dont cry over the changes
just remember
were all stillborn
- by breakyaface |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/02/2008 |
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- Title: stillborn
- Artist: breakyaface
- Description: this is my newist one, i dont think its to good, but i'll post it anyway, the firstone was way better! but my computer froze and i lost the first copy, tell me what you think, i got no spell check, cant spell and make sloppy mistakes i over look.
- Date: 10/02/2008
- Tags: stillborn death oakley poems
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Dorian Wanhope - 12/31/2008
- I enjoy your concept but in the first few stanzas you list things and it gets the eye off tract. They don't have much meaning when they are stuck together. I love the title and how you talk about the stillborn but it never seems to go deeper than the surface. I like how you start with simple words then elaborate on those same words, but it can be done in a better way.
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- tabitha coyote - 10/02/2008
- the first few stanzas were good, but then it just got a little to morbid and psychological near the end...
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