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lavenderspark) wrote2015-11-04 02:48 pm
lavenderspark) wrote2015-11-04 02:48 pm
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Poem
Surrounded in dreams, desire.
The fire of our embrace slowly devouring me.
Morning wakes me.
You are lost, a ghost.
Your kiss warm on my lips.
I long for your face.
I can feel your hands.
My heart is haunted.
I will be a prisoner of sleep,
to dream for eternity for you.
I start by pulling words from the box (upper right in the picture) and laying them all out. I just pick anything that seems to call out to me.
Then I try to assemble something coherent. I only use words that I have a magnet for. Every single word I use has to be in the set. If I don't have it, I have to think of a different way to say the same thing.
As I was typing it up, I flipped around a couple lines. Makes more sense this way.
The fire of our embrace slowly devouring me.
Morning wakes me.
You are lost, a ghost.
Your kiss warm on my lips.
I long for your face.
I can feel your hands.
My heart is haunted.
I will be a prisoner of sleep,
to dream for eternity for you.
I start by pulling words from the box (upper right in the picture) and laying them all out. I just pick anything that seems to call out to me.
Then I try to assemble something coherent. I only use words that I have a magnet for. Every single word I use has to be in the set. If I don't have it, I have to think of a different way to say the same thing.
As I was typing it up, I flipped around a couple lines. Makes more sense this way.