because you should have this-
this beauty spilling forthing, brimming
drowning out the sorrow\memory is whited water
pushing us down
you don't ever forget this promise
you will never forget (my na)me
it's spilling over like dream turned nightmare
turned fantasy turned drawn reality
like sunlight and freedom
winding over smoothed pebbles
reflecting summers image
the grass let long to grow
the misgivings fraught with fear
abdulations
and you(')r(e) success.
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wow, this is nice. i like the parantheses. ^^
ReplyDeleteThanks. If you like this one, you would probably like a lot of my seventh grade stuff- I was a big fan of the parantheses- and the more famous poems of e.e. Cummings.
ReplyDeletecan i read it (them?) sometime? (have i already?... i don't think i have)
ReplyDeleteI have a book of 100 of his poems, and did a comparative report on him and Coleridge. i will lend it to you, when I am able.
ReplyDeleteneh? you have a book of your seventh grade poems? youre getting me confused. ...or were you talking about the poet. i would like to read the poet as well, but i was talking about your older poetry.
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