Saturday, April 23, 2011

Poems Conversed With MyWordWizard on Twitter

Two days converge
A symposium, in combustion

Proactively ignoring things unseen,
If these two split, I shall be gone,

If hell ignites, pain will prevail,
But I too will breath to suffer each detail

In an instant,
Context changes/ Arching back with arms’ extended

Marie aligned her soul with nature,
Accepting the invocation, the wind danced forth

Shila’s face turned a strong, sickly sweet variation of Misplaced light,
Ashen lips disguise,

The quiver in her teeth

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