Everyone asks what made me do it
I even ask what made me do it
No one can explain the unexplainable
Just like no one can answer the unanswerable
You saw my crimson wrists and you thought it impossible
That’s where you were wrong
It wasn’t impossible…it was inevitable.
A contest entry
- Short Poetry by Bitter Irony.
165 points, ended June 15, 2007, 26 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Er...tell me what you think?
Comments
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Aww, I like it. You started out with little words, haha, then used big words. It made me smile
Awesome though, I loved it!
~Kevan!~
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Thank you very much Kevan ^__^
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I like the end, and some of the lines, but honestly cutter poetry is just quite overdone these days, and I think you could find a witty and more original way to work with this peice.
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I understand what you mean. I guess, next time I'll do that. Perhaps after the contest ends?
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I read this...but didnt comment.
I loved it.
I truly adored the last three lines.
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Thank you very much ^_^
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Brings me back too Quincy. Very good.
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QUINCY?!
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Hm...this brings me back to some memories...
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Why on Earth does this bring back memories? o_0
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It seems like you tried to mask a less-than-original idea behind some interesting paradoxes. The effect was just that: interesting. I liked your ending line, but I must say, your use of the word "crimson" sapped a lot of the originality out of this poem.
Good luck in the contest, and thanks for entering!
beginning: 2, language: 1, plot: 1, ending: 1, dialog: 1, characters: 1.
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short, simple and sad with it's own style...I like it
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Thank you very much!
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Interesting......
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lol. Thank you..?
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It's a good interesting Siby
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lol. Thank you very much =D
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Yeah.>.<
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