Challenge
give me a glimpse into your twisted mind
let's get honest with eachother. write a micropoem (a very short poem) about one or more of your raw thoughts. don't be scared; i'm all twisted up too. oh! and HEY! twisted doesn't have to mean ugly, u know?
Dust to Dust
The house is crumbling down around me
Or am I imagining all the cracks in the walls
There is a woman's face behind the bare studs
She whispers to me the end is near
I tell her she aint seen nothin yet
Wait till the floor gives way
When it happens we are both ready
Holding hands we carelessly slip away