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Posted by lyssagurl_l0l on January 14, 2012 - 21:50

Like a clear blue sky,
So ready to write.
I rush to the computer
With ideas so bright.
But it won’t revive with brisk.
Grabbing a sheet,
And consuming a risk,
Of scrawling thoughts of my heart.
Hell, once again,
There goes fine art.
I've lost it. And now,
Filing in, clouds from miles,
Bearing their glimmering
Red, mocking smiles.

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Silver Spun Sand | January 15, 2012 - 16:35

Read this one this morning, Alyssa, and didn't have time to comment. Just to say, liked very much. Its rather 'brusque' style suits it well.

Tina;-)

lyssagurl_l0l | January 15, 2012 - 17:42

Thanks Tina :)

~:)alyssa(:~

fatboy74 | January 15, 2012 - 20:43

And now,
Filing in, clouds from miles,
Bearing their glimmering
Red, mocking smiles.

I really like that, it's cleverly done and doesn't feel forced. :-)

lyssagurl_l0l | January 15, 2012 - 22:02

Thanks fatboy, that's really appreciated :)

~:)alyssa(:~