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| Reviewed by AngryWillis |
7/17/2002 |
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i have a better one.
My soul lives in shame, the day i shall die to be ripped from my flesh, blood pours from my veins, adrhenaline is all that remains, driving me insane i lift the crest, take this burden from my chest, my heart can no longer stand the burdens of your flames. |
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| Reviewed by Jason Gieger |
5/22/2002 |
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| Truly great poem, even the twisted ending. It really brings out emotions and gives a hopeful feeling to the reader |
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| Reviewed by Laurel Johnson |
5/20/2002 |
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| I am a big fan of your poetry, Aaron. Please post more to share with us all. |
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| Reviewed by Justin Vargas |
5/20/2002 |
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| Kala has a good point to this one. I really need this also. I really do see where you are coming from though. This rapid city life and all. Good write. |
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| Reviewed by Kala Starkey |
5/19/2002 |
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Aaron-
Your poem is awesome, and I needed it today. I'm constantly helping others, and I rarely here a thank you or get what I give. |
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