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  • [PLEASE HELP] My poem for creative writing class.

    So I needed 4 more credits to graduate and my school said I could just take a class at CC to satisfy my requirements so I have a creative writing class and the teacher publishes a small book each year for distribution in the community. She liked my poem and wants to put it in the book, what do you guys think of it?

    I Did The Work And Dug The Grave
    By: Jason

    Standing alone upon the road
    The gravel traveling 'neath my feet
    I see the The Devil's mask, a mortal's task
    I have been humbled by deceit

    A shadowed fog does now descend
    The murdered midnight screams
    A slivered moon destroys the darkness
    Infects, dissects my dreams

    Outside the frozen rope of time
    The charred and chained remains
    With winters bite they shall ignite
    In a cold and lonesome flame

    I did the work and dug the grave
    Pulled a poisoned past apart
    Returned and burned all that I'd learned
    Before I did depart

    Blown by furious storm, soul so worn
    Seeking shelter from this pain
    I recall the site, a touch so light
    Was like a ghost upon my brain

    A voice so clear, "come close don't fear"
    Lead me deep into the ground
    Where I found a space, a forgotten place
    I disappeared without a sound.

  • #2
    Good ****.

    What does the ending symbolize? Suicide?

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    • #3
      pretty grim but fuckin awesome nonetheless.

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      • #4
        Originally posted by K-Nan View Post
        Good ****.

        What does the ending symbolize? Suicide?
        Not to me, I guess it could depending on how you interpret.

        But my meaning was to look inward to find peace and quiet when you feel like life is too much.

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        • #5
          Originally posted by Hitman932 View Post
          Not to me, I guess it could depending on how you interpret.

          But my meaning was to look inward to find peace and quiet when you feel like life is too much.
          I understand. I like that concept.

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          • #6
            Good read. I was thinkin it was about suicide too.

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            • #7
              Originally posted by Spare Moody View Post
              pretty grim but fuckin awesome nonetheless.
              Thanks.

              I used to write a lot when I was younger and then I turned more to songwriting when I started playing guitar.

              I liked the poem, but I didn't get much feedback in class. I hd a girl who was my editing partner and all she did was read my stuff and say "wow, thats really good, mine sucks"

              Honest feedback appreciated. Good or Bad.

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              • #8
                Originally posted by K-Nan View Post
                I understand. I like that concept.
                My approach has always been to write things that are slightly vague in the sense that they are essentially 2-dimensional and leave it up to the reader to personally determine the 3rd for themselves.

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                • #9
                  Congrats, lad. You should ask your teach if she could put my poem in her book too.

                  Beezy You Fine

                  You are the Sun
                  You are the Rain
                  You are what I can’t have
                  You and me are together
                  Only in a Dream
                  The MVP of my Team
                  And it Seem
                  Like the season has come to an End
                  But I still like to Pretend
                  I had a chance
                  To get inside your Pants
                  Did I say pants?
                  I meant to say Heart
                  Apart from that being
                  A difficult Task
                  I must Ask
                  And I’ll do this Fast
                  Let me grab a handful of that Ass
                  If you let me do this I’ll take off my Mask
                  Then we could make Love at Last.

                  By rich loc

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                  • #10
                    Originally posted by Limey Warfare View Post
                    Congrats, lad. You should ask your teach if she could put my poem in her book too.
                    She probably could fit it into the book. It's on par with a lot of stuff my classmates turned in.

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