Seven Word Poem
- A violent storm rages deep in her mind
- Obsidian heart–the blackest kind
- She wrenches is out in front of the mirror
- Weeping like willows, releases a tear
- She thinks of him and screams 'All is well'
- Ironic laugh and a whispered 'Oh, hell'
- Drained of all feeling, she falls in a heap
- Closed eyes, muttered prayer, then restless sleep
5 Comments:
At March 30, 2006 9:21 PM, Lauren Mayerle said…
Your poem is soooo much better than mine. Makes me want to start a little notebook-fire. Guess what's the fuel?..
At April 01, 2006 9:57 AM, Erika Anneliese said…
Lauren!! What was your poem like?
At April 02, 2006 7:33 PM, The Fri said…
Whoa... duuuude... lol... that was deep.. Dark and depressing, but deep. Pretty kewl.
At June 07, 2006 10:37 AM, Anonymous said…
stop telling me that i write good poetry, because this is a hell of a lot better than anything i have ever written, and you didn't even get to use your own words.
At June 21, 2006 9:40 PM, Erika Anneliese said…
See, but I can't come up with anything on my own. This is probably better because I couldn't use my own words.
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