Given UpA Poem by Ariel OliviaCirca 2004. I felt silly that I even kept this, it's not very good at all, but it might inspire someone or something.
Something, was something screaming?
Something... sad... something crazy. Something of my life. Something. Some-thing. Some=numerous Thing=object Numerous-Objects... Umm... Thinking in terms of advice From a 75 yr old woman on main street drunk off wine... Lofts... Emptiness... Smells, like... summertime. Cooking out, in the middle of the night. Hearing things beyond the tree line. Something. Unknown. Just something. $8. Permission from your one and only. I dont want this come and get me. Acoustic sounds listening closely. Oh... I... give... up. © 2012 Ariel Olivia |
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Added on May 11, 2012Last Updated on May 29, 2012 Author
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