With our stringy climbers, the constelations buzz. The Zodiac trembles and falls on its face.
(too many arms around me)
My orange footprints are spinning out of control, violent hands laying beside it all.
Dance more.
These vessels sing into fields, craving sour pears;
all of my concentrated Amphitrite sigh.
1000 pincers launder myself, & I settle in the green moat.
Author notes
Mmm this is for my friend Alex from dance =D we had like a maaaajor party time at the park yesterday. Me and her and all her wierdo friends. I still don't really know what else I think of it other than I had an amazing time...I dont understand my own moods.
So anyway this is all about that;
please tell me how you think I feel.
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A contest entry
- Le Jardin Fruitier by ea.
500 points, ended September 10, 2007, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
for Alex =] what do you think?
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yay DANCE DANCE DANCE! lol i love this too. short but very great choice of words!
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=D thank you! ♥
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this was great-- abstract and thought-provoking. congrats on the silver!!
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=D Thank you so much, you always say things how I would like them to be <3. You're such a sweety ^-^
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hm well the end was teetering off a bit but the beginng was hecka strong! keep going hun you'll def start writing longer ones once you get the hang of it! i mean i didnt know shit about prose & then i just kinda added my own feel to it. dont try to put boundaries; it'll only hurt your creativity ! <3
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=D thanks so much sweets, this means so much that you actually think I'm getting somewhere. You rock!
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Weirdly wonderful???
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=] tee, thank you.
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