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 worry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label worry. Show all posts
Friday, May 17, 2013
Friday, April 26, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 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
Saturday, January 12, 2013
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