One night when the streets were all quiet,
the chefs decided to riot;
they shouted and cried,
and they wouldn't subside,
because the city had gone on a diet.
So now I know that limericks and sonnets are both things that I can write whether I'm actually inspired or not. Quality isn't an issue with limericks, in my opinion.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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Thursday, November 4, 2010
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