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Skyriverby ~livvymonster
Spinning Cobwebs:Write a dragon. Put your words behind its teeth,Spinning Cobwebs:
lay them in rows across its back. Put your fire in its lungs, on its tinder-tongue.
Stack your ideas together,
and build a fortress as hard as a skull.
Scribble yourself onto pages, lie the perimeter of the room, and make-believe yourself into a corner.
Invent phrases like shiny new machines: user-friendly.
Pour out your heart and your soul, into a bowl and a jug; feed one to the chickens, and the other to the dogs.
Write a dragon.
Tell the world some
by ~livvymonster
Contents of Poppa's GardenWatermelon juice runs down my fingers as I scoop out the flesh with a teaspoon, mingling with the soil that came from the earth that yielded so many rewards like carrots.Contents of Poppa's Garden
My eyes are directed far into the distance, but perhaps only seeing backwards, into my mind, to see what I have there.
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| As you can probably tell, I've been writing. Alot. |
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Hamster Time!
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WOOOOAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
was that a mistake?
if it was, make more of 'em please
(ahh oh, spaghetti-os)
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
im a fool for typographical poems
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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You know, I still find you dashing
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Shoot! . . . . the cows. 'Cuz they're sick.
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