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There is a boy at a house near a riverbed flowing.

That river is, and blue as the sky and as cold as the snow below.

 

"Do you hear it?" the boy said. "The darkness is creeping up the stairs, urging for me.

Sometimes i wish to give up. To give in to the hopes and ambitions of everyone but myself."

 

Its cold enough to see his breath as he gazes into the wood across.

Some days he thinks it might be easier to be dead, then he remembers his family. His friends. His lover.

You can hear his laughter from down the street, then the river runs red.

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Oh my! I'm very surprised by the end of that poem! I was thinking based on the "then he remembers his family. His friends. His lover." that he'd chosen to continue his life and go on with the fight. So I was definitely thrown off by the "river runs red" part.

 

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Nice poem, Ian

-Kevin

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Oh my! I'm very surprised by the end of that poem! I was thinking based on the "then he remembers his family. His friends. His lover." that he'd chosen to continue his life and go on with the fight. So I was definitely thrown off by the "river runs red" part.

 

:hug:

Nice poem, Ian

-Kevin

 

I thought that too at first, unless he's remembering the hurt they caused him and the laughter is not a happy one. I'm not too sure, really.

 

But yes, a lovely, brief poem.

 

Menzo

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I really like this piece. The voice is haunting and filled with despair. I've always respected any author that uses such strong imagery to evoke equally strong emotions through the use of suicide. I especially like an author who can evoke those emotions in such a short span of time. Very nice job.

 

Jason R.

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I really like this piece. The voice is haunting and filled with despair. I've always respected any author that uses such strong imagery to evoke equally strong emotions through the use of suicide. I especially like an author who can evoke those emotions in such a short span of time.

 

 

 

 

Mr. Poe really turned me into that type of writer

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