New Poem

[Marsbert]

Here's the first poem for this semester's Creative Writing class (which is just poetry)

(it's an Ars Poetica poem)

ICE

Step out-
side, your lungs skip
a beat at the blast of
frigid air bulldozing through them
while in

side you
die. Step out of
your mind, and fall into
the hands of humidity and
heart beats.

Behind
those lungs, under
that heart, is where the words
start to bubble up from, they’re not
hiding

any
more. It’s time to
free them from that prison
in your mind. Let them ooze out, drip
from your

pores, bleed
onto the page –
poetry is what leaks
out when you crack your skull on the
cold ice.

[audiedoggie]

i like it!!!! good job!!! :D