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Post by thecrazybeautiful on Apr 12, 2006 12:33:09 GMT -6
This one's just...kinda silly in a way.
She Writes
body still but fingers always moving winter cyclones on snowy white paper she freezes her thoughts speaks her mind
no one sees the words etched in her skin but she sees them on other people she reads souls like they're novels
she writes the world for her novel
rushing thoughts pouring a waterfall over hills of a keyboard and she uses the force of everything colliding into one stickingtogether with crazy-glue fingertips and stapled back eyelids
sees too much
she sees too much but finds a way to disguise it all she lets things go during power surges because no one sees her in the blackouts
and oceans form out of air in her room filling four walls with water she thinks about life of the different realities
and she sits
and she writes
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Post by Laura on Apr 12, 2006 14:50:56 GMT -6
" and oceans form out of air in her room" --wonderful image. " she reads souls like they're novels
she writes the world for her novel" --the first part is superb and although the second part would have been great alone, it doesn't seem effective right after the above lines simply because you already said 'novel' ... that's probably just me though I like the idea. You will have a fabulous artistic mind by 20 by then I'm sure I will have disappeared from your mind and you from mine but maybe I'll see you in a poetry book someday down the line that rhymed, and so did that, haha ;D
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