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Because Ernie Said So

I've gotten a request to update the blog... sorry guys, I'm new to this!! I don't have any new stories to post, but I will dig through the archives and maybe pull out a poem, eh?
::10 minutes later::
Ok, I believe I've found one. It's called Parts For Cento. A cento is a poem that basically collages other lines of poems/stories/whatevers that are either yours, or someone else's. Enjoy.

Parts for Cento

My face is a map of the world-
suffocate me all you need,
I won’t breathe but it’s okay

I trick myself into thinking that it's going to be different this time
it’s always just shades of the same

You hear she’s a beautiful girl

No more words
just the sound of resplendent tongues colliding.

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Anonymous said…
this poem reminds me of those artists who mash together song lyrics of different pop songs into a poem. therefore, i wanna add a line!

it reminds me of the death cab song, tiny vessels, and the lyric "yeah, she is beautiful, but she doesn't mean a thing to me."

good poem! update regularly! =)
December 10, 2008 at 2:35 PM
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