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On This Sticky Metal Fence

Poetry By: MAmberConrad

Thank you, angelynn, for providing the most interesting challenge/ contest I've ever been involved in. I went 25 or 30 poems in, using only the first lines of each piece -in order mind you- for this strange poem. Hope you enjoy.

Submitted:Dec 30, 2013    Reads: 13    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

~~On this sticky metal fence
She played against the wind
What makes me happy?
Buried alive in my own graveyard
A phoenix rises from the flame
I scream, I cry
Don't let go
The foliage turns
You claimed my heart
She makes me pancakes
Spring is sprung
Her fingers deftly and slowly
Tear open my arms
Epiphany lost
He's so beautiful
Old MacDonald did his laundry
Change me
You are the gray
Jagged lines
She stands alone
High expectations
Driving into the sunrise
I go in, feet first and try to sit
I sit inside a square
It's all in squares
Yearning for something
Walking through the shreds of pain
Cough, cough, Aaaaack!


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