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Give me a line to start a poem with, but, the deal you make, is to write another poem in response, taking the last line from mine as your first line.

Be brave... writing doesn't hurt a bit...

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Date: 2006-02-10 03:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sabriel007.livejournal.com
silently, she screams

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Date: 2006-02-10 04:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ayoub.livejournal.com
silently, she scream
tears at her bonds
too long was she tied
Too many tears cried

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Date: 2006-02-10 04:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sabriel007.livejournal.com
Too many tears
cried, ceaselessly it feels,
in to a paper cup
spilling over-
spreading rainbow-puddles
from the tips of her toes

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Date: 2006-02-10 04:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ayoub.livejournal.com
from the tips of her toes
her energy rekindled
confidence builds
The battle resumes

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Date: 2006-02-10 04:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sabriel007.livejournal.com
The battle resusmes,
sharp clink of metal
on metal as we move
forward and back
thrust, and then parry
twinkling eyes promising
the sweetness of surrender

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Date: 2006-02-10 04:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ayoub.livejournal.com
the sweetness of surrender
savoured as you watch your foe
On bended knee, head inclined
Life or death at your whim

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Date: 2006-02-10 04:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sabriel007.livejournal.com
Life or death at your whim
you spin the thread 'round
fingers tense, stretch it taut,
a cats craddle of consciousness
caught, and pulled painfully
like hair from your head, one
by one, threads snapping
until you're hanging,
desperate to hold on
to one thin strand

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Date: 2006-02-10 04:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ayoub.livejournal.com
to one thin strand
that holds me aloft
to many more
that are lowered
each one a hand
of a caring friend
a spirit who recognises
a long lost brother

And now I must go take a midterm

Date: 2006-02-10 04:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sabriel007.livejournal.com
a long lost brother wraps
an arm, around her
comforting? she supposes
this stranger thinks he feels
what she feels, seeping
through her skin where they touch,
two forms colliding violently
in his lips, gentle
upon her brow, hand
moving down her back-
"it'll be okay," her eyes
shoot poison arrows sinking
her head in to his shoulder
"thanks,"
silently, she screams

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