IdeasA Poem by Austin Skye Elsborg
Inkblots
Sinking into paper, Bleeding through the lines, Like ideas, Drifting through my mind. Slowly joining together, Setting ideas in motion, Gears in the machine, To devine the perfect crime. Ink blots, Pooling, Twisting, Blending together, Cogs, To create the perfect rhyme. Ideas, Flooding all the lines, Filling up the paper, Like ink blots, Bleeding through my mind. © 2012 Austin Skye ElsborgAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 10, 2012 Last Updated on September 10, 2012 AuthorAustin Skye ElsborgCOAboutI never realize just how much of me I put into my writing until I reread it all. Then I know, and it's much more then I thought. more..Writing
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