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It started out
With a train of thought
That went on and on and on
Like string
That turned into a tangled mess.
Sometimes, with little patience,
You cut off what you can
With scissors.
And somewhere along the line,
I forgot things.
Little interwoven fibers,
One by one.
There was
No needle
To pull the thread along.
And I forgot a few more inches of string.
Until all I had
Was a tiny little piece
And I couldn’t quite remember
Just where it had started off.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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BlueAstronaut This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 9, 2010 at 4:05 pm
Every moment, second, minute. I live this poem. Deep in the thick of it. Your words make and don't make sense, a metaphor worth more than cents. A picture is worth a thousand words, of so I've heard. I'll believe it when I see it.
 
BlueAstronaut This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Apr. 9, 2010 at 4:06 pm
*or  xD
 
KGDux said...
May 27, 2009 at 10:42 am
There is nothing better than a poem that you can relate to, provokes mental imagery, and makes you smile. Thanks for sharing it.
 
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