Sunday, Sept. 29, 2002/4:22 pm

i wrote this poem about 10 minutes ago...

Paintbox experiment,

mascara tracked cheeks.

Jaded eyes that once shined a story,

sewn on smile, chapped bleeding lips.

Cross stitched arms,

red and purple patterns.

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Broken bones,

trodden on hands.

Fallen icecles rain into ridges.

Ice frosted skin, white like the dead.

Guarded fear,

distorted image.

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Crafted laughter,

recorded crackling voice.

Murky sunsets no longer awaken.

A pendant dropped in the ocean.

Forgotten hope,

harnessed emotion.