Write a Spontaneous Poem

Trilby · 04-03-2008, 02:28 PM

I cannot write, Patterns repeating
and Not Good.

No good and no good luck.

Now I'm Leda, raped by that bite-y bird without
Helen and Clytemnestra to show for it.

Instead, I walk, the blood welling
It runs down these heavy, unsteady legs

Who is he? Who is he to tell me this?
They don't know: I need a respite.

My soul, sick and thin, barely alive
Sputtering, like my rusty Volkswagon

No good, no good luck

If i could just get the engine of my body to turn over
I'd set out for some Rescue Mission

I'd smash the bite-y bird into black pulp and there
He will have no good and no good luck.

04-03-2008, 02:28 PM	#11
Trilby Slattern of the Swail Join Date: Jul 2004 Posts: 15,654	I cannot write, Patterns repeating and Not Good. No good and no good luck. Now I'm Leda, raped by that bite-y bird without Helen and Clytemnestra to show for it. Instead, I walk, the blood welling It runs down these heavy, unsteady legs Who is he? Who is he to tell me this? They don't know: I need a respite. My soul, sick and thin, barely alive Sputtering, like my rusty Volkswagon No good, no good luck If i could just get the engine of my body to turn over I'd set out for some Rescue Mission I'd smash the bite-y bird into black pulp and there He will have no good and no good luck. __________________ In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic. "Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her. —James Barrie Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum

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