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    Etched In My Soul

    With my eyes closed
    I can see everything

    The baby I once was
    The girl I grew into
    The young woman I am today

    With my ears covered
    I can hear everything

    The love they once had
    The arguements it turned into
    The silence of a replacement

    With my nose covered
    I can smell everything

    The smell of snow in our meeting
    The smell of sunshine in our friendship
    The smoky odor of missing you

    With my hands tied
    I can feel everything

    The feel of his hand in mine
    The feel of his arms around me
    The distance seperating us

    With my mouth closed
    I can taste everything

    The bitterness of my sorrow
    The spice of my anger
    The blandness of my confusion

    With my senses denied
    I can still remember everything
    For its etched in my soul

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    This is really really great, I gotta say that I can relate exactly to this...It's almost my life story at the moment..but I really enjoyed this

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    Short, simple and straight-forward, a piece that anyone can relate to. This is a very good piece. I just have a points to say:

    The baby I once was
    The girl I grew into
    The young woman I am today
    The word "young" seemed to stray away from the beautiful rhythm the stanza has delivered. Check out the stanza without the "young."

    The baby I once was
    The girl I grew into
    The woman I am today

    Notice that? The flow sounded more fluid, yes? That's because of the meter of each line. All of the meters are now the same.

    The arguements it turned into
    A slight typo, I believe.

    The smoky odor of missing you
    This line, I'm having a lot of thought. There's nothing wrong with it, its just that the flow of the stanza would've been better if you kept the parallelism in all three lines. Something like this (this I'm not sure myself):

    The smell of snow in our meeting
    The smell of sunshine in our friendship
    The smell of ash in our parting

    Tried to use something that could smell like smoke, then played with "missing you" to come up with "our parting." Having used the line, you can now see that the parallelism has been preserved, yes? This makes the flow of the stanza more fluid, don't you think?

    Nevertheless, a real down-to-earth piece. Its simple yet heartfelt. A wonderful read.
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    Thanks Ruby, though I'm sad you can relate, because that is exactly my life story. You're right Fuhrer, those changes do make it sound much better. I appreciate it (: I've been working on it, I wrote that at 3 a.m. when I woke up lol.

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    This is a nice little poem with some good images. I enjoyed the message in this one.

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