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(Why) MAG

February 17, 2010
By currer-belle GOLD, Cincinnati, Ohio
currer-belle GOLD, Cincinnati, Ohio
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He asked her why
And she leapt
And she tumbled through the stars,
Fizzling and burning like grease on a hot stove,
Spilling secrets like blood,
Hurtling through the galaxy with the
Wind as her tail
And memories trickling drops in her wake,
And breathless she skidded to a stop
And rubble gathered at her feet,
But with her blurred blue eyes she blinked

She asked him why
And he turned
And said, why not?

The author's comments:
I wrote this while thinking about space and infinite possibilities.

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Lexie96 GOLD said...
on Oct. 26 2011 at 5:52 am
Lexie96 GOLD, Havana, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
Now Cinderella don't you go to sleep, it's such a bitter form of refuge, oh don't you know the kingdom's under siege, and everbody needs you. - The Killers

I completely agree! Love the why not line at the end... and this is incredibly talented writing! Think you could check out my work sometime?

on Aug. 19 2011 at 10:24 pm
thetruthawaits94 SILVER, Duncan, Oklahoma
9 articles 0 photos 351 comments

Favorite Quote:
Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain.

interesting and very cool! GReat job! Awesome job at getting into the magazine! I love all the similes in the poem!