Thursday, April 19, 2012

2-17 Poem

Scriptures of Proverbs
A novice tale
Illiteratature
Eardrummed brail
Blighted conquest
Better ye drifted near
Twas beautiful Oceans
Fallice streamed bitter beer
Suffocated sound
Hear A eye R
Blind my lips
Ajar
I lend thee thy heart
Assume it quere
Do with it what you will
I dont care

1 comment:

  1. I really like this poem! Reminds me of one of Emily Dickerson's but Im not sure what I was getting at here

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