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Umm, Hi

Stealing this from the myspace lit forum

A Cinquain (a piece written in 2, 4, 6, 8, 2 syllables)
not getting into any heavier rules than that

or this

link your first word from the last of the poster before you

Game On!

Maybe
you'd like to play
with me, perhaps others
I'm sure with fingers and words we'll
have fun

have fun
playing chasy
with the sun and moon
continual game of tag that
won't end

won't end
this celtic knot
ties itself round our hearts
holding me to yours, no I'm not
struggling

struggling...

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Stuggling,
pulling, gasping,
submitting to terror,
screaming in the darkness alone,
silence.

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silence
is like my shield
protects me from myself
theres such safety in the silence
fin'lly

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(also, creepy. its like an alternate more boring universe where they actually discuss lit. Crazyness!)



fin'lly

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fin'lly
here at the end
of a long winding road
there is actually sun and
you all

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you all
saw her wilt. pierced
abalone ears shucked.
cardboard to the conveyor. re:
cycled

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cycled
the season of
Winter fast approaches
then Spring again, until one year
has past

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has past
the finish line
to come again, circles
like history are destined to
repeat

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repeat,
repeat, repeat
rewind, hit play, this song
don't say you hate it, my fave-rit
repeat

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repeat
sometimes mistakes
are a bit psychotic
remember stakes and garlic yeah?
or run!

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ore runs
the mountains and
wrings the family tight—
coal sludging in ash, dancing the
land rites

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land rites
settling crows
waving wheat, the Pennines
in between it all, memories
rooting

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rooting
for the good guy
becomes complicated
when he is so very good, but
youre not

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you're not
the hummingbird
or the eagle in flight
more the penguin walking on ice
you're mine

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your mine
a tangled thread
entwined round my soul's hair
knotted inextricably tight;
soul mates