These are original poems, but I didn't write them. I just cut words out of magazines, newspapers, junk mail, and save them. Then I start arranging them on a page until I sumble upone something I like. Amazingly there are themes and threads that come from my subconsious mind while I'm cutting out words. I wish I had a better pair of scissors. http://chickollage.blogspot.com/2007/04/365-collage-poetry-challenge-day-6.html
Showing posts with label doubt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doubt. Show all posts
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
They'll Just Roll Their Eyes
THE TEXT:
I was always pissed off
Because I'm a dork. I've made a habit of not
thinking.
I wasn't who
I wanted to be. In good times or bad
I looked like
an
idiot
with a frickin' mental illness.
All I can say is I'm not
satisfied with my lousy life.
Will I change me?
I'm
just rolling with the punches.
They'll just roll their eyes.
Labels:
be different,
change,
depression,
doubt,
failure,
labels,
Life,
memories,
ransom poem,
tex norman,
the mind,
thinking,
word art,
worry
Friday, December 28, 2012
Friday, December 14, 2012
Friday, October 26, 2012
Friday, September 28, 2012
Friday, August 10, 2012
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Easy Doubt
the text
Allthings
considered
If God is listening hard enough
why do dogs die
in hot cars?
When all the bodies
have been buried in Darfur,
blood splattering everywhere,
can you believe? I don'teven
want to know.
God can't
be captured
for certain and discord
has nver
been easier.
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