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.

Comments

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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