11/30/09
Out of the
Longing, hungry, always
desire. I will follow
Weary of war
Glass and four thousand pounds
tick backwards
Essence of what it would say before I'd
Loved him and could not stand him
walks across my chest
a losing battle. No sense
Wish on stars
Images flickering
the scars of war
About 1 length of experiment of month there is an enthusiasm and a zeal which are creative.
clatter to the ground
Fragile
Sparkle like a diamond
media frenzy
call my mother
Tiny terror moving stealthily
Broken down and forgotten
Stripped of everything
Like a doll playing
No hint of a glimmer
Than I could
of will and dedication
flying off into the night
hand, nervously, and eyes
you do not see me
(Cut-up/Mash-up of lines from every poem this month).
That's the end folks!
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