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
Friday, April 26, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Regrets
For the past two months I have been writing a poem a day in a little poetry diary of sorts. All of the poems are rough drafts and most will probably never be fully finished poems, but I did want to share one daily poem I wrote, because it seems to go with this poem:
Part of me has always wanted to be a good person.
Not the part that makes good decisions, unfortunately.
I feel all conflicted. I have a bifurcated soul -- I am not confused.
I am not an accidentally bad person, I'm bad on purpose.
I do not steal, or fornicate, unless you go to that lust in your heart
part. I am not cruel to animals, but a lack of faults does not
make me faultless. A list of sins I have never committed
does not make me sinless. Having perfection by omission
does not, in the least sense make me perfect. My one and only
perfection is in being perfectly selfish. I want, I want, I want.
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