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B is for Five Words

(Poetry? I do not know.)

Earth Explodes without a whisper.

Do things to do things.

Chaos kisses me. I like.

Blank is my mind (again).

Big words, lost to me.

This pen to my wrist.

Slivers of Jello cover me.

What shatters is not glass.

Poetry dies. Write a novel.

Rescue and you will breathe.

Sharp waters cut no fish.

Would they judge me if...

Fell the phone. Message, stays.

Fell the phone. Speak now.

Fell the phone. Mediocrity ends.

I am deaf. Speak softly.

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  1. A "cheery" dispositionAugust 31, 2009 at 12:46 PM

    I love writing that is creative and makes me think.

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  2. tracy jSeptember 2, 2009 at 4:23 AM

    one tries from time to time :-)

    have a good one cheery. pax.

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