Thoughts from the Front: August 06

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Thursday, August 6, 2015

Her eyes

Can see right through

Piercing my every thought

And drawing out my innermost

Desires.

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Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Cinquain

Scribbles

Lines on a page

Musings of the mundane

Maniacal meanderings

Of thought.

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Filed under: Uncategorized Tagged: Cinquain

Flipping through albums

Looking at all my

Faded photographs

Reminding me of

A life I once lived.

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Messing with a structure on poetry. Five lines, five syllables.

Filed under: Poetry

Because

My life in words

Is nothing more than a

Revised and edited version

Of me.

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Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Cinquain