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Under the surface of mars

Down below, the red dry surface

Darkness prevails

Darkness prevails

Here I rest in seclusion

Here I rest in illusion

 

Darkness prevails

Any glimmer of light flee's quickly

And I stew in the past that claims to hold me

From moving on

Grains of sand creep into my ears

Acting as a barricade to keep me from hearing

This heat is searing 

I hear the skin blister

Any sign of hope enters a twister 

spinning continuosly where my heart used to be

Cruel to me to accept these beliefs 

Holding in all

Profusely refusing to release

I reek of failure

I reek of bleek 

 

 

 

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11 June 2013 - 8:32pm — S74RW4RD
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This poem deserves a sequel

Beautiful poem on a compelling setting, and definitely the readers' interest in the persona suggests a sequel with additional detail.

Starward

26 April 2013 - 12:15pm — Miiranda31
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 I like it. I read it and

 I like it. I read it and feel like I'm spinning around on a merry go round just reflecting.

22 April 2013 - 10:17pm — nightlight1220
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Oh such a good write. That

Oh such a good write. That sounds very sad and forlorn... yet Mars I hear isn't too bad.

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

23 April 2013 - 3:25pm — Mardigan (not verified)
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Thanks man, appreciate it.

Thanks man, appreciate it. yea lol I hear mars is good this time of year