Friday, April 5, 2013

Without Hope

Bleh. Sick for a week... then school make up  for another week. Its nice to be back on here though, with a new free time as Spring Break is in now in our midst. Back to posting!

Today for poetry club, we took an assortment of random words clipped out of magazines, and turned them into short poems. Here is mine:

Without Hope

My chances speak between my spine and skin.
All southern country people know the gateway to a guesthouse under a baggage hotel,
is across short coasts...
A long need to just be with them.


There you have it, kinda odd, but I liked it :)


No comments:

Post a Comment