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Sun, Where Did You Go?

June 23, 2010
By A.Bekah.Girl GOLD, Menlo Park, California
A.Bekah.Girl GOLD, Menlo Park, California
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Slowly dying
Drip on drip
The lifeblood of a haunted nation
Slipping through their broken fingers

Glory, glory
Sun, please rise tomorrow
Show us what we’re living for
Please don’t forsake us, leave us all behind

The Nighttime scares me
Brings the shattered stars
The sickly yellow moon that never shines
Fear plays games with the shadows

I cry tonight
Tears the color of the sky
When they dry, tracks frozen on my face
I’ll try to live again


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on Sep. 28 2010 at 3:29 pm
apocalyptigirl BRONZE, Staunton, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"DON'T PANIC." ~from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

:) No clue what this is about, but hey, I liked the imagery and metaphors and the way you put a fresh face on the sun/night conceit. :) Would you mind reading/rating/commenting on my short story "Ilya's Tale, part 1"?

on Aug. 3 2010 at 5:17 pm
ThatClarinetPerson SILVER, Tequesta, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Life. Don&#039;t talk to me about life.&quot;<br /> ~Marvin the Paranoid Android (from the Hitchhiker&#039;s guide to the galaxy series)<br /> Statistical analysis suggests that i am probably in tune with someone<br /> (hahahahaha! I love this cause i&#039;m never ever ever in tune &gt;o

i second _truth's motion. again. i think that he/she delved into my future brain to see what i would think. great job :)

_truth GOLD said...
on Jul. 24 2010 at 6:01 pm
_truth GOLD, Prospect, Kentucky
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;it&#039;s better to be hated for who you are, than to be loved for what your not...&quot;<br /> &quot;life isn&#039;t measured by the number of breaths you take but by the number of moments that take your breath away&quot;

this is really good. its so different and it makes you think. i love how you use the words and the word chioces. good job