Wed, 01/25/2012 - 17:03 -- poet

I fade, fade, fade
like these roaches do when you spray that raid
when I fade, I stay alive, I fade to survive
let out a cry or ask why or picture suicide
sometimes to find my pride or glide in the sky
for a few just to see what’s new
fade to see the blue and get out of the blue
cause there is nothing else to do, what’s new?



The simile that you used in this poem, comparing yourself to a roach was an excellent use of figurative language, and definitely helps the reader to understand your true feelings when writing this piece.


I dig this style bro, keep it up


I love the rhyme scheme.


loved your poem keep it up


I love it.

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