Teen Poetry #6 |
Rippled... |
Match Member
since 2002-07-01
Posts 286Canada Edmonton |
Im inocent when they look in the mirror Hidden by the shiny rippled glass, From the heat wave last year. Rippled like me Rippled like chips salted on one side the one with tang. Im innocent and with the chomp of chips, The flakes that are left behind on your shirt, those are me. Small sweet sugary salty stinging rippled chips. Violated Innocents eaten by the mouth. Yummm.. I wear my crown of thorns on my liar's chair full of broken thoughts I cannot repair [This message has been edited by Match (08-04-2003 02:23 PM).] |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
no ones responded? weird..this almost made me laugh. Great anology. so true. The first line was really good. short but so meaning fully. Who would have though likening chips to innosence. Creative. Thats what poetrys all about. ~Lex |
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Lexia Member
since 2003-07-20
Posts 111Nowhere |
This is intersting. I love how you compared innocence and chips, very original. Great work, Lex |
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