After weeks of darkness the sun
Shone like a lighthouse:
"So this is where I belong,"
I thought as I smiled
For the first time since...since...
I pressed each index finger parallel, together,
Parted the clouds as they parted ways
Separate, separate, as I've been doing
From the girl to the woman,
From blood, sweat, and...
Tears?
My eyes sometimes grow wet
But my cheeks stay dry.
Can't use that
Cliche, regardless
Of speech and thought;
I fell into a crawling
Red sea of... ladybugs?
Who froze at my attempt to
Wrestle the luck from their spotted hide
Perhaps stick them in my shoe
Eat them for ausperity.
...Nah, I just thought
They're beetles attacking my shoulder blades
And wrestled them back to the ground
And set them free
Outside the door, into the new blue ceiling.
I still wonder why it took so long to get repainted.
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Written November 5th, 2005
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Good job
I like how this is described as "an attempt at freeverse," and the scattered, random question marks really make it look and like one. However deep this goes, the real charm, that I see, is in how it's kind of themed and artistic. Like pure entertainment, which is rare. Good job. -
This is really good, very descriptive...
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