Monday, October 15, 2007

Poetry Area

Poetry is a tall grass field in wich there is no way out of, filled with dreames and lost memories that are no longer clinging on to where they once did, wondering off in a empty space till the world is nothing but the same. Memories happy and sad, floating freely waiting to be writen on paper in a tall, grass field.
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  1. moeMoneyOctober 19, 2007 at 1:38 PM

    I like that your poem was so, well, large! It made me feel puny and helpless and I just enjoyed it a lot!

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