giveA Poem by Not Afraid of Bruisesanother spur-of-the-moment write. I'm not extremely fond of this one, sop rip it up all you want.I like grey. Shades that weave in and out a between all you funky colors that, in the end, never last.
The light won't take me and the dark doesn't want me so I am straddling the median and wondering...
as the crossing lines draw thin and the encroching spheres drive me back-foreward-back again....
you catch me in the pending action of choosing a side and giving in...
© 2008 Not Afraid of BruisesAuthor's Note
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Added on March 24, 2008AuthorNot Afraid of Bruisessomewhere beyond the Tagglewood, RIAboutVisit my website at http://www.caseyomalley.com/default.aspx! News: I was accepted for publication at the Sandy River Review (03/29/09)! PLEASE NOTE: I maybe be only 19, but I have been readin.. more..Writing
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