I'm breathing underground.
Find me.
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Junkyard.
We build branches out of
train tickets and forgotten
pieces of a life.
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Sometimes I find a few lines in my head that are perfect together but don't really belong in any poem or don't fit in any of my in-progress pieces. I really like the lines above and can't put them anywhere, so they'll be their own poem for now, I guess.
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9 comments:
This is very abstract. I love it.
love the line about us being robots. and thought of dana immediately :)
this works as a poem. i love it.
i think that robot one could really be expanded :) whenever i have a line i really like but can't seem to put it into a poem i usually try writing a form like a sestina or something to see what happens.
great lines!
i enjoyed this
I agree with Erin.
And what an image!
"we are robots with souls"
You don't need any words to go with that, in my opinion. They don't need anything else. Gave me the shivers just reading them.
I love this.
Ditto geekspawn. That line intrigues and scares me.
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