

I can't write open poemsThere are times I dont feel like being pretentious. Im not going to write ten poems or more about my coffee. I cant really write much about taking a walk, and when I look at people in a crowd I really dont think much about who they are. I dont look at their clothes, unless theyre wearing something really weird. In that case, I take a moment to look over at my friend, and we make fun of them, and then I forgetI can't write open poems
about it pretty fast.
I keep trying to write these open poems, but
I have nothing to write about.


Little Instrument And so I formed a new instrument, my hands gray-painted with clay. It was not one with strings to pluck or horn of slick brass to bray.Little Instrument
I molded a sturdy little box, except for silence it was empty. I lift the lid, and the melody is the sound of silence- tranquility.


Prompt: EnergyHe started with sparks. Little ideas that were planted and pruned; he watched as they grew from him as he sipped his steaming coffee. After blueprints, he built. More sparks flew, with heat and fury, as metal melted against metal. He flipped the switch, and its eyes glowed to life.Prompt: Energy
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Bazzin'!
its like the eyes of god are watchign your every move now 0o
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"and then there was the internet..."
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We be Jammin'!
An Art Jam Directory.
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Remembering my lost sister Kate..and my special angel
Mr. Music/Tom Knight
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"Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses" -Dorothy Parker
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Bazzin'!
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Bazzin'!
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