Gradiant dreams
Abrasive Imaginations
Hurricain through my head.
A nebula of chaos were images clamber
greedy puppies scrambling
for attention, barking and snapping for
the food that is my mind. Demanding the juvi-
lant juices, the Esperanza
that is my world.
I like the puppies. Of course, it's because I like puppies anyway. Good poem.
ReplyDeleteits a lil strange a very strange poem but i have learned u r a lil strange :) i like it :)
ReplyDeleteI really liked that poem! It was hard to make a good poem when we had to use the six words we wrote down, but you did a good job at making them make sense.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Madeline. You did a great job with the six words! This is really cool.
ReplyDeletethank you!
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