My Life is a River

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A bit sad, but i enjoyed writing it.
It's cool because the words can be a metaphore for just about anything.

My life is a river

and I am a log,

drifting aimlessly

in the current. Waves

wash over me, drown-

ing me. I am jerked

around. Side to side.

And just when I think

I am about to

float ashore, and end

this headache of a

journy, the tide picks

up, sweeping me a-

way in a swirl of

foam.


Submitted: April 07, 2012

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Madison Thomas

There was a short poem that said it was two.
I don't know why it said it was two: perhaps i'll die.

There was a short poem i tried to delete.
I tried to delete cause it said it was two
I dont know why it said it was two: Perhaps I'll die.

There was a short poem that didnt delete.
It didnt delete but I tried to delete.
I tried to delete cause it said it was two
I dont know why it said it was two: perhaps I'll die.

There was a computer, I found it quite mean.
Cause it would'nt delete my twice-said poem.
I tried to delete cause it said it was two
I dont know why it said it was two: perhaps I'll die.

There was a computer i thought was quite mean. in fact, i wanted it in smitherines. I thought it was mean cuz it wouldnt delete a poem that i tried to delete. i tried to delete cause it said it was two. I dont know why it said it was two: perhaps I'll die.







I rid myself of "rage" through poems that don't even rythm.

Sat, April 7th, 2012 5:53am

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