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life is like a movie
from which we play a scene actors to a play part players of a dream but when it comes to tragedies i play the biggest part not the leading man but the broken heart no one ever feels the pain none like i do so quietly i wait in the wings the curtain opens act two the leading lady finds her man and no it isnt me left alone to my demise welcomes act three this is my part dagger thru heart left bleeding in this play as i watch my leading lady slowly walks away.. hand in hand with her leading man the final act at last the stage is mine as the lights start to dim except for the one thats on me as my life slowly comes to an end knowing love wasnt meant to be...  writings from the tombs...  i hope you like this one.... |
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life imitates art?
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yes in this it does..but what did you think ,is it o.k, does it suck,i live for the comments,just tell me minglers,(insert your opinions please)..they are much appreciated ..and i can take constructive criticism..i write these things in a matter of minutes...i just hope for the most part you enjoy ...writings from the tombs... thank you for your time...
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Edited by
ak0
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Tue 10/14/08 11:34 AM
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i think a lot of us, or at least i am writing in minutes. like exercise, its a snapshot of a moment or a sensation or an impression of how we experience... im not a poetry critic but my initial comment would tell you that your poem led me to think. which is more authentic, art or life, your suffering or the transient nature of relationships and love.
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so loves tragedy was beginning to end, a well crafted visual storybook upon read
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life is like a movie from which we play a scene actors to a play part players of a dream but when it comes to tragedies i play the biggest part not the leading man but the broken heart no one ever feels the pain none like i do so quietly i wait in the wings the curtain opens act two the leading lady finds her man and no it isnt me left alone to my demise welcomes act three this is my part dagger thru heart left bleeding in this play as i watch my leading lady slowly walks away.. hand in hand with her leading man the final act at last the stage is mine as the lights start to dim except for the one thats on me as my life slowly comes to an end knowing love wasnt meant to be... writings from the tombs... i hope you like this one.... Your writings my dear hold much depth and meaning,,, Its always a pleasure to sit and read and ponder a bit,, 
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Excellent write tombraider. The twists and turns caught up in the silver screen of life.
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Good write
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Very visual and heartfelt....this write is so human, and is embedded in raw emotion.
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