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October 16, 2010
By singingdetective SILVER, Sugar Land, Texas
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singingdetective SILVER, Sugar Land, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Out of a world of laughter, <br /> suddenly I am sad.<br /> Day and night, it haunts me,<br /> the kiss I never had&quot;<br /> --Midsummer by Syndey King Russell<br /> <br /> &quot;Chances lost are hope&#039;s torn up pages&quot;-- &quot;Chances&quot; by Five for Fighting

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I am John Proctor

I committed my sin

Tried and sentenced

From my prison within

I am Oedipus

I wish not to see

The havoc I have reeked

Who is truly, TRULY “me”?

I am Brutus

I betrayed my friend.

Hath Caesar forgiven?

Then my guilt shall end.

© Mary A., Fullerton, CA

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singingdetective SILVER said...
on Nov. 2 2010 at 3:13 pm
singingdetective SILVER, Sugar Land, Texas
9 articles 0 photos 53 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Out of a world of laughter, <br /> suddenly I am sad.<br /> Day and night, it haunts me,<br /> the kiss I never had&quot;<br /> --Midsummer by Syndey King Russell<br /> <br /> &quot;Chances lost are hope&#039;s torn up pages&quot;-- &quot;Chances&quot; by Five for Fighting

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and, also... I'm beginning to see what you mean now, even if you DID know the allusions.... Hmmm. Ok. :) Thank you!
singingdetective SILVER said...
on Nov. 2 2010 at 3:08 pm
singingdetective SILVER, Sugar Land, Texas
9 articles 0 photos 53 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Out of a world of laughter, <br /> suddenly I am sad.<br /> Day and night, it haunts me,<br /> the kiss I never had&quot;<br /> --Midsummer by Syndey King Russell<br /> <br /> &quot;Chances lost are hope&#039;s torn up pages&quot;-- &quot;Chances&quot; by Five for Fighting

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but i do thank you for the constructive criticism. :) please, if you have any more advice on my other pieces, feel free to do so!
singingdetective SILVER said...
on Nov. 2 2010 at 3:07 pm
singingdetective SILVER, Sugar Land, Texas
9 articles 0 photos 53 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Out of a world of laughter, <br /> suddenly I am sad.<br /> Day and night, it haunts me,<br /> the kiss I never had&quot;<br /> --Midsummer by Syndey King Russell<br /> <br /> &quot;Chances lost are hope&#039;s torn up pages&quot;-- &quot;Chances&quot; by Five for Fighting

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If you understood the allusions, maybe you would understand the meaning... that is the whole key to understanding the poem. Try looking up the literary allusions in here
SMWells PLATINUM said...
on Nov. 1 2010 at 8:15 am
SMWells PLATINUM, Carlisle, South Carolina
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Some truths best left unspoken.

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I don't get it. It's almost like there is a line mising. The line that should give the poem meaning. Instead it is like a string of thoughts, who never led to anything.