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It Starts On a Bridge

July 27, 2013
By Anonymous

Roaring motors
Extensive heights
Blinding from the
Streetlamps at night
It's nothing to differ
Since I can't see clear
Mouring loud thoughts
That I can barley hear
But the breeze
I can feel
And the mist
Is too real
My fantasy
Has all my bliss
My reality
Is so pointless
And with a simple jump
And not a symptom of falter
It starts on a bridge
And ends in the water



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on Aug. 10 2013 at 12:30 am
theatregirl PLATINUM, Lathrup Village, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;To thine own self be true,&quot; -from Hamlet, a play by Shakespeare.<br /> &quot;I have sworn on the altar of god eternal hostility against all forms of tyranny over the mind of man.&quot; - Thomas Jefferson

Good poem. It has great rhymth. It's interesting how it start off relative light and grows in desperation, until the suciudal climax, all why keeping a rhyme scheme. Keep writing