-- Posted by mtllcrckmn at 8:50 pm on Oct. 9, 2008 Everytime i walk at home, I walk barefoot and alone, I scrape my sole against the floor, And hit my toes against the door. My soles are hot and red and tired, So tired they hurt my feet like fire, My real soul is worst for wear, I've been ripped in half with a tear. I cannot sleep with this burning pain, I don't know when I can live again, Take my soul and take my mind, And let us become intertwined, Let you solve me and I to you, Perfect team, let's try it new, Can this 'love' thing cure my aches? Or will it cut and slash and break? -- Posted by draino at 8:50 pm on Oct. 9, 2008 2 -- Posted by Lauraaaa at 8:50 pm on Oct. 9, 2008 soles* -- Posted by 4irate at 8:53 pm on Oct. 9, 2008 67 -- Posted by carracer at 8:54 pm on Oct. 9, 2008 Im not sure if this is a rhyming poem or not. If it is the rhyme scheme is off. -- Posted by mtllcrckmn at 8:55 pm on Oct. 9, 2008 Quote: from carracer at 4:54 am on Oct. 10, 2008 Im not sure if this is a rhyming poem or not. If it is the rhyme scheme is off. It's pararhyme. -- Posted by carracer at 9:00 pm on Oct. 9, 2008 Quote: from mtllcrckmn at 8:55 pm on Oct. 9, 2008 Quote: from carracer at 4:54 am on Oct. 10, 2008 Im not sure if this is a rhyming poem or not.    If it is the rhyme scheme is off. It's pararhyme. Its really not. You don't use pararhyme and a normal rhyme scheme in the same poem. It makes it awkward sounding. You don't really follow through with a common pattern. -- Posted by Yahtzee at 9:01 pm on Oct. 9, 2008 great poem