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| cowboy67 (profile) wrote, on 3-3-2004 at 3:28pm | |
| i've been writing little bits of things here and there... on napkins, post-it notes, chunks of loose leaf, etc... so, hopfeully sometime soon, i'll be able to write something articulate. in the mean time, i was looking through papers from high school and i found a couple poems i wrote for creative writing last year. here you are danielle: Her Eyes Are Gray (this one is hard to read, but try it.) Walking by, I noticed Her eyes are gray but she says they're Blue is my favorite Color is only desired by the myth in Our minds will be eaten by Worms live in the ground Must be confused with me because Everyone walks all over and passes by, but never stops To say "how are you?" Requires movement of the mouth That stains each word with Lies are guaranteed to open Wounds only bleed sometimes but never Heal when you find your end Inside they look gray But blue is my favorite color Untitled I'm reminded of double-sided tape One twist, bend, or fold And it is ruined forever All promise erased in an instant Left stuck, strangling a finger I'm reminded of broccoli stench Cheese, seasoning, or other vegetables Cannot disguise Gnawed-away tree tops Hidden in mashed potatoes I'm reminded of days wasted Working, eating, breathing For accepted unknowns Rushing to death Waiting, and still waiting For life Comfort lies behind closed eyes |
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guajiragoddess | 03-03-04 7:05pm omg that was ambrosia! i can't wait to elaborate my favorite parts to you! bravo! |
cowboy67 | Re:, 03-05-04 1:30am my next poem will be a rebuttal to "men, marriage, and me: why we don't mix." |
WhitePony | 03-04-04 8:11pm I enjoyed that immensely. |
cowboy67 | Re:, 03-05-04 1:32am i enjoyed your lesson on how to be a sensitive pimp immensely. |
WhitePony | Re: Re:, 03-05-04 2:36am WHA!? |