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They watch her run.
They hear her scream.
And They do nothing.
She pleads,
she scratches at doors.
Yelling at Them to help her,
but They just stand, staring out their windows
Not a smile on Their faces.
Not a laugh in Their eyes.
Not a nothing.
She bleeds,
she cries.
They walk away.
Pretending They don't hear her.
They know she's there.
But she's not there.
They go on with Their lives.
While she lays there,
reaching out to Them.
They don't reach back.
- by bloodygirl17 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/09/2010 |
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- Title: They
- Artist: bloodygirl17
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Description:
This poem has a certain moral that I want everyone to get. And if they don't get it the first time I want them to read it over, feel free to guess what the moral is.
I would like you guys to guess actually. :3 - Date: 08/09/2010
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Comments (3 Comments)
- bloodygirl17 - 10/30/2010
- It's not supposed to have detail. If you payed attention, you would get that.
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- 2pound - 10/06/2010
- this could use a little bit more emphasis on small details; she bleeds where? she runs where? they stare at? for the implications, though, i shall gie you a point, and you stayed on subject and didn't screw up the grammar too bad. a solid 2.
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- MandiLila - 08/10/2010
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Hmm... well I'd say the moral is not to ignore what you see. if there's someone obviously having trouble - help them! Don't just turn away or pretend you don't notice.
Nice job, by the way. smile - Report As Spam