Suffering

I have smiled at the tears of an Angel,  Laughed at the dying white dove.  i have caused agonizing pain,  and thrived in Darkness.   found consolation in a wilting rose, I reveled in the slightest slipping hope. and have heard the sweet sounds of misery.   I have mocked their very human existence here.   I've hurt them, yet felt no sorrow, only joy now.  I'm incompetent and unworthy of such appraise.  I have been unsatisfied by their happiness. Suffering is my name...

i was bored in my 1st period class...can you tell.

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  skipeople
  May 31
  
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  School is the best place to write, so boring sometimes! I think this is good, not your best, but good.
  
  I love the whole idea of you writing from the 'suffering's' point of view; it adds a nice twist and change in pace. This is very creative! It makes me want to go in your wake and try something like this, if that's cool with you, of course.
  
  ummm...let's see, I think the spacing is kinda weird...like the first verse seems single spaced, but then the last looks to be double. I do like how you left "I have moked their very human existance here" in a line to itself, adds an importance to it.
  
  Nicely done,
  Ash