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Is this enough? Another 55 word poem.

easton — Tue, 06 Nov 2007 21:42:01 +0000

I turn back my head and stop. I lost them. Finally, away from those homicidal maniacs. And to figure out that your whole town is filled with them dosen’t make anything better. Well, i’m glad i lost them, best to hide. I run up a tree say, “I hope thats enough.” A voice says, “its not.”

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55 word Poem

easton — Tue, 06 Nov 2007 21:17:17 +0000

Hmm. Strawberry flavored.

A plate of strawberry Jell-o, sitting on the porch… I stole into the house. I see Jacob, lying face down on the couch. His blood ran red through the floor leading outside. I run out the door, and look where the blood leads. It moves down the front steps to a plate of red Jell-o.

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Visual Response Poem… With a twist

easton — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 20:32:25 +0000

The sun shines down on a picture
Of town that Is happy and merry and gay,
But look toward the sound of smashing on
Ground and find a brain in dismay.

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The world moves on.

easton — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 20:58:08 +0000

The world spins round and Look at the world, and move on
stays under a net Wonder about space and all around,
of stars and a moon with But also think about what can be found
anguish and delight, beneath the dirt and ground.
while we look down at the world
and wonder what goes on
under the dark of dirt and ground.

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My best Peice so far.

easton — Thu, 18 Oct 2007 20:57:42 +0000

A blur flys past as skys stay dark,
no one knows what or how the quick thing flys,
past and past the moonlight skys.

A small blur lands on the arm of a tree, and stays
for more than eternity, it sits and waits for a time so new,
past and past the moonlight skys.

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