Sixth SenseA Poem by Kori Ricketts
open your eyes and envision things that eyes can't fathom.
A place where trees don't grow and the air is still. Escape. To an area that bombards you with cacophonous sounds and forces you to inhale the stigmas of life and liberty. Sample a cube of another’s misery, and allow its sweet taste to conjure new emotions. Be me. Understand me. Feel me. Follow me to an area where love makes no sense. © 2008 Kori Ricketts |
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1 Review Added on February 21, 2008 AuthorKori RickettsTallahassee, FLAboutIm a myriad of emotions. I have not yet found my niche but iif it takes the rest of my life to find it,thats's a journy I'm willing to take. more..Writing
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