Leaving our white-and-grassgreen creche
Where our brother is born
Crying America through toothless gums
And lemon-yellow blankets
In July
This was written in my Creative Writing Class, when shown this image:
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Fighting the injustices of bad writing since 1995.
Sylvia Plath?
So My Pen Bled Love Songs
My head sang the oldest tune it knew,
The kind that went "lonely, lonely, lonely",
But never sent to rest my fears
So my pen bled love songs
My feet walked the same steps like before
but they didn't dance like before
More like now when "lonely, lonely, lonely"
is met with lifeless eyes and leers
And they grew horns and tails, love.
The kind that went "lonely, lonely, lonely",
But never sent to rest my fears
So my pen bled love songs
My feet walked the same steps like before
but they didn't dance like before
More like now when "lonely, lonely, lonely"
is met with lifeless eyes and leers
And they grew horns and tails, love.
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