Seeing how the pieces fit

Once, she had a bulldog

Who liked to eat oranges

and chase pipes

 

Once, he had a neighbor

who thought she was his wife

 

Once, a girl stared silent

And looked with loving eyes

 

Once, a mirror shattered

and made a girl go mad

 

Once, there was a poster

with Mary on the stage

 

Once, there was a girl

who never left the page

 

I saw them all in faded black

now I know what happened last

 

But I'm not certain what was told

or how this story will unfold

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I saw more than this...

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Sassylass's picture

What

did you see?

is this poem a test?

im lame brain or something.

I missed out.

:(

Koko~


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....

Words

 

Jesster's picture

...............

this is a test of the emergency broadcast system.......

 

You saw nothing or you saw something

 

i saw inspiration upon the deck

I saw results from all of it

collaboration on a massive scale

beyond what I'd thought up until now 

 

Just noticing the muse of it 

remembering why I havent quit

there's something more powerful happening

as my heart and mind are reopening 

 

I am trying to solve my own riddle

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Sassylass's picture

Aww

Well I'm very happy to hear that !

yeah!

answers:)

Koko~


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....

Words

 

allets's picture

"...never left the page..."

Staying put is safe. Moving is the risk. It is good to get up on the other side of the bed. Wrong? Maybe, maybe not.