Thursday, November 4, 2010

Poem game

Anger
it doesn't regulate
I enumerate,
suffering, broken inside me
It yanks fury instilled within me
I pretend to be tolerably indiffrent
but it deems a strange affect upon me
torment clearly within

Happiness
She was practically skipping
Delicate ladybugs communicated colloquial sayings
Dragonflies fabricated myths
She was adrift in a panorama of pretend.

Confusion
Slender curves meant for me
broken for the price of discrimination
my indifference torments whatever it doesn't victimize.
is it that simple






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