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Fractions MAG

December 30, 2011
By swoopingpigeons GOLD, Orangeburg, New York
swoopingpigeons GOLD, Orangeburg, New York
17 articles 5 photos 1 comment

It's three a.m.
I feel like a third of a person.
And the worst part of that is,
I thought quarter in my head.
As the words whizzed like wire signals
from brain to fingertip,
I felt the lie play out
in the tapping of five keys.
A fifth of a person.
Am I shrinking?
I guess the witch of the west
had a point about the whole melting thing
after all.

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Suhaima said...
on Feb. 10 2013 at 6:52 pm
Suhaima, Lol, Other
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this is what i call flow-etry. poetry that flows so beautifully that it becomes rythm. 

on Jan. 4 2012 at 10:14 pm
InvisibleHeart GOLD, Barony, Other
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Different. I love it!

on Jan. 4 2012 at 7:25 pm
spagooter PLATINUM, Indianapolis, Indiana
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this is very cool

A_Journey GOLD said...
on Jan. 3 2012 at 6:07 pm
A_Journey GOLD, Tampa, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
The Muse of Poetry should not know that roses in manure grow. ~The Formula, Langston Hughes
You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted ties. You may trod me in the very dirt, but still, like dirt, I rise. ~Still I Rise, Maya Angelou

I like your poem! I wouldn't be surprised if I actually caught myself thinking like that :P Could you check out my piece Graffiti Wall if you have time? Thanks!