Poetry For Our Time

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. -Novalis


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Well, Chels, this isn’t a questions battle, but it is a poem of questions.  Keep in mind, I’ve been watching Bones all day, since I’ve been home sick.  😉  I’d like to try to make it a bit creepier, so any suggestions are welcome!
What is this?

What do you think it is?

How should I know?

Aren’t you the expert?

Where did you find this?

Does it matter?

Why did you bring it here?

Would it be any better there?

Do you think we should be here?

Why shouldn’t we?

Isn’t it a bit dark?

Will it get darker?

Do you feel safe here?

Is that blood?

Whose blood could it be?

Does that mean it isn’t blood?

Does it look like blood?

If it’s red, that’s a warning, right?

Isn’t ketchup red?  

Does it look like ketchup?

Shouldn’t we be more worried about this, here?

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

What was that?

What did you hear?




Written by Ashley

February 20, 2009 at 2:57 am

Posted in Poem

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  1. hahaha pretty good Samsa, tho i do think that several of the rules were broken, but, eh, can’t complain. Im super behind anyways


    February 20, 2009 at 7:28 am

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