Absolute arbitness...

This is what happens when you are trying to manage through a really really slow and not to mention boring lecture.
During boring lectures,You write.Rather,one writes,even ratherer,I write.


Messing around with words and emotions leads to poetry.Or so I think.


Quotadine themes,attempts at wierd sentence formations,word counts and structures.


All this in one language class...

 
Readers,you are more than welcome to provide title for each of them.


The best title will....ummmm...given the extremely liquidity strapped
situation of the author wont get anything.

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First instinct,second guesses,
Lot of hits and some misses.


Tight rope,loose safety net,
This,the only chance,that,the last bet.


Lows frustating,exhilarating highs,
Holding the breaths,masking those sighs.


Today,tomorrow,day after and again,
Striving,for that closure,switch to a new lane.

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Tried this one to increase the word frequency in each stanza,failed miserably.
Second line of second stanza says it all doesnt it?



Right things,wrong time,
Poetic words,sans rhyme.

Kid like happy,adult like sad,
Letting things go,holding on bad.

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This came from a spanish sentence which on translation meant,"I remember my dream".Which was both inspiring and pinching.But could not finish it as class got over by then...

Used to laugh with it,with it I cried,
Shared everything,with it,I never shied.

Like those best buds,who fought and reconciled,
Some one with whom silence,never ackward,it even smiled.

All of a sudden,it was snatched,tucked away,
Locked in the close of "life",not meant to see another day.

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