Found Poem

April 4, 2012
December cool breath, fire raw blue metal, paper’s white faces of silver light and their silenced sun whispered of a girl holding a car seat waving for days never to listen, absent of happy, murmuring from where leaves hear everything, yet you are the single heat that fuse light, air, pump blood into a girl’s heart, she waited waving to the sky to die.

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EmmettLaFave said...
Apr. 6, 2012 at 4:23 pm
Very avant garde, and its totally pulled off, which is hard to do. This one hits the heart and mind deep and to a subconscious level, which is the goal of avant garde pieces. Very well done.
AgentOrange789 said...
Apr. 5, 2012 at 4:47 pm
whooooooooooaaaa...that's the one word I can think of to describe this. haha awesome. :D
sandyflower replied...
Apr. 6, 2012 at 4:23 pm
Wonderful use of words, very creative.
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