So Thanksgiving weekend has come and gone. I’m full of turkey and pumpkin pie and well rested. I got in some awesome Angry Birds playing time — which is ultimately the most important thing on my Thanksgiving long weekend agenda. Oh, yeah. =D And I saw the movie, “Real Steel” — LOVED IT!!
For this weeks exercise, the line “carved-out words with a poison pen” got stuck in my head and inspired the following:
Carved-out words with a poison pen
Venom drips from a blood-red tip
And pools upon deep mahogany.
This toxic essay, reflective of a hidden agenda
Woos me, torments me, inspires me
To taste of the darkness that is my soul.
Words spin and tumble in my head
Desperate to be free
But are held behind iron bars of polite society.
Whispered half-truths, deafening to my ears
Sparkle with the ugly glitter of compliance
My forked-tongue silenced.
Censored by walls that contain me
I tear at the bindings
Determined to set myself free.
Let the spoken word flourish
Let the written word bear fruit
And let polite society be damned.
I’m keeping things short and sweet. That, and I got nothing…slow week. Take care!
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