so i looked and saw but did not see wat i expected...

it was wierd in fact that i saw not wat i was told i would see...

but, rather, i saw wat my soul hoped not to see...

a hooded figure, a sickle and a bony smile...

wat pain he must've endured...wat beauty...

a sinister object but yet such sorrow emerges from his wicked face...

encompassed by shadow he comes and does his duty...

no remorse... because that is a weakness within itself...

and a weakness within itself is a weakness within one's self...

thus...he must be strong and endure his feelings...

but wat about his victim's? wat did they do?...

i don't believe such a number of casulties has to do wit a chosen place and time...

or is it fate, are such things determined before we even breath?...

are we mere pawns to be played wit until tha reaper comes?...

such is a meaning of life i never thought existed...

but if it does...when will it be my turn?...

when will i die...when will tha reaper come for me?...

i do not know...somebody help me figure the question of life...

before tha beautiful, tha sinister, THA DARKNESS of tha hooded one...

claims another mark for his duty...







This is dedicated to a kid at my school who was shot on a bus stop...he died in tha hospital over tha weekend...may he rest his soul as he is finally free...

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Thats sad about that kid that got shot...and First I just wanna say I think its neat how you would write a poem about him. Thats just awesome...This was full of emotion. I dunno if you wanted a reply or not but I just had to say something about this piece. I thought it was full of emotion and I liked it. Keep it up...

peAce

Your poem was sad but true. Some of the things that happen in this world are for a reason. I don't know why this did but life's not fair so deal with it. But your flows are cold so keep them coming.

MM

I could feel your emotions controlling your thoughts. You tried to depict it in a slightly profound way. But it did scatter them here and there. Providing an unusual yet quite resounding effect.

the subject matter itself hit hard. I feel what you're saying. In different ways (er..)..

...resp...

i would agree they were very scattered, the message was clear
and to the point but there was a lot of nonsense that could be
left out in the future. To make a poem great you need to let
everyone feel what you feel or what you are thinking about
without making them bored or not wanting to finish reading. Not
saying that it made me all of that. Think of a poem as a story to
let people know what is going on with your life in a short way.
This poem has to be precise, effective, and very strong it has to
have its own personality, just like your own writing should fit your
own personality. The way you write hints at the way you think,
which in this case it was very simple but filled with confusion.
obviously that is the way you feel about it, mixed up about it.
About why most likely, just try to sort them out after you write it
out and it will help a lot. Overall decent read. Keep writing.

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^^ who r u supposed to be?? my teacher?? r u mister miyagi?? thanks but no thanks...

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