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One-line Poetry Competition! (4)



Fourth set!

Here verandahs lie hot with bladed leaves covering their backs, the cool gums brushing paint.
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when we ended illustrating our bodies with graffiti unfinished
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8%
I painted with the colours of the wind and ended up having crayola blown in my face.
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15%
so drink up, because your liquid liberation is my anchor.
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12%
It's funny how sickness seeps into the body.
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8%
Nobody knows why time stops while in pain
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8%
Vivid images of pain washed in through a river of blood
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Slipping the burning rage, while sipping at the cold drink.
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8%
But only half crystallized into memories
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12%
Time is frozen motion, yet memories dance no longer.
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15%
 
Total votes : 26


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Wed May 07, 2014 1:32 am
Adnamarine says...



Bear with me here, I know this is a lot...
"Half the time the poem writes me." ~Meshugenah
  








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