Intentionally Untitled Poem
in my hand, scarlet rose
the sun, as it crept through
the walls, shaking the whole
damned bottle, bubbles rising
as I gasp for breath, drowning
my noodles in tomato sauc-
ers hovering overhead, frantically
racing to the finish line, a sigh
to be left for interpretation
-CK
sometimes i write the strangest things...
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ReplyDeleteI like it :)
ReplyDeleteOH! And blogger to blogger, I'm really liking the pink "CK" broken-heart-lightbulb thing. Did you make that on paint or...? I need something like that for mine!
Thank you! I made it on Picnik.
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