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Thu Mar 29, 2007 1:09 am
Prosithion says...



I have been in there for countless years,
My mind has been going as if with gears.
Countless nights I’ve lain awake,
My mind trying to formulate an escape.
Seasons gone by, their change unnoticed,
Prisoners gone, skinniest to hugest.

The prison yard was bright and dusty
The sheets and pillows were always so musty.
The walls always held an ice cold dampness,
The floor was dark grey, showing the prison’s glumness.
After three years, I had it all planned,
Outside of the prison there was a wide grassland.

Finally, the expected night had come, a storm rages,
Outside and I reviewed the plan I’ve had for many ages.
I grabbed the flashlight, I’d stolen, under my pillow,
And I pulled out the loose bars from my small window.
I set them quietly on top of my bed, and pulled the bench across to the sill
Over the sill, my sheets flew, while I moved by sheer power of will.
The lightening flashed across the dark night,
The thunder rumbled as if in a fight.
I slid down my sheet, into the grass,
Slippery and wet, and covered with moss.
Into the night, I flew unseen,
The day after, a cell, empty from my brilliant smokescreen.
"wub wub wub wub. Now Zoidberg is the popular one."

"Computer... Captain's musk"
  





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Thu Mar 29, 2007 3:00 am
Riedawriter23 says...



This really has a powerful meaning but some lines seem forced to me. It would also help if you parted the last part into two separate pieces so it didn't look so much like a paragraph:

1)The walls always held an ice cold dampness,
The floor was dark grey, showing the prison’s glumness.

*It reads a bit odd to me because it doesn't rhyme like the rest of the poem.

2)Seasons gone by, their change unnoticed,
Prisoners gone, skinniest to hugest.

*unnoticed and hugest don't rhyme either.

3)The sheets and pillows were always so musty.

*This doesn't need the word "so"

4)I slid down my sheet, into the grass,
Slippery and wet, and covered with moss.

*Grass and moss don't rhyme either.
*Also, some lines are a little too long.

**Okay that's it! Altogether I really liked the story/poem method you used. It was a story but read very much like a poem, and an interesting story at that. Great job!

Keep it up!
~Rieda
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Now I realize that there is no righteous path, it’s just people trying to do their best in a world where it is far too easy to do your worst.
— Castiel