Poetess
She only uses her favorite blue pen and college rulednotebook paper to write down ideas, that even her therapist could not get out her,she doesn't invasion iambic pentameter, or accent marks to disturb her timely rhythmher voice written loud, her stubby fingers shake from caffeine her nerves are poor from misguided circulationShe writes to the mellow music of her soul;she smiles shyly, right before show time she scribbles on thick wrinkled, coffee stained phrases on top of words,Coffee Houses have become her favorite place where mocha and clove cigarettes are smoked,snaps of fingers ring of encouragement,she embraces the podiumwhile thoughts encircle with butterflies of,Can I do this, Will they like mesilently jitter, she recites,barley moving lips,giving a lisp to her words and sounds of Ssh enouncing letter and hmm,she looks to the clock not at the blank eyes in the crowd while trying to slow down her chaotic intonation Written November 25th, 2001 © on Nov 24 2001 11:35 PM PST 0 • 14
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"She only uses her favorite blue pen and college rulednotebook paper to write down ideas, that even her therapist could not get out her,she doesn't invasion iambic pentameter, or accent marks to disturb her timely rhythmher voice written loud, her stubby fingers shake from caffeine her nerves are poor from misguided circulationShe writes to the mellow music of her soul;she smiles shyly, right before show time she scribbles on thick wrinkled, coffee stained phrases on top of words,Coffee Houses have become her favorite place where mocha and clove cigarettes are smoked,snaps of fingers ring of encouragement,she embraces the podiumwhile thoughts encircle with butterflies of,Can I do this, Will they like mesilently jitter, she recites,barley moving lips,giving a lisp to her words and sounds of Ssh enouncing letter and hmm,she looks to the clock not at the blank eyes in the crowd while trying to slow down her chaotic intonation..."