lately she misses
herself: the way
a line rushes from the anther of moon
to the stigma of her muse - this long process
complete with wind and
running water
she wonders
if stars will ever litter
the backyard of her diaries
or lavender-scented notebooks
and goes down yet again
in a series of curses
and
whispers
of
this doesn't make any fucking sense
A contest entry
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Comments
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sometimes the best stuff comes from a line which doesnt make at any sense when you first hear it in your head...
very nice stuff here.. thank you
m
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brilliant!
''she wonders
if stars will ever litter
the backyard of her diaries
or lavender-scented notebooks''
wow
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this is excellent...esp. "this long process
complete with wind and
running water"
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Oh I soooooooo know this feeling
Write and scrap...write and scrap...it is like a never ending curse
This is very good indeed
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