Uncertain Fate

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By MrGG on Thursday, May 27, 2004 - 04:57 pm:

Crimson red,
Falls from the hand that is dead,
Why the Hell is she on my bed?
Am I losing my head?!
Or was it something I said?


My first shot a poetry alittle short, but that was all I could think of rhyming without making it stupid. Comments, Suggestions, Corrections?


By King952 on Thursday, May 27, 2004 - 06:49 pm:

The beat is off and the second line seems out of place. Otherwise a great first whack at it!


By Icelord13 on Saturday, May 29, 2004 - 03:28 pm:

Um...5 lines...ok... Well, i'll give you a little leeway since this was ur first poem, but u really need to work more on line structure and the overall message of this piece.


By Anonymous on Saturday, May 29, 2004 - 05:49 pm:

She's dead? And you're confused?
Is that what is means?