Define Me


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    I heard some boy yelling at a teacher today saying that he couldn't be defined. It inspired me.

    Define Me

    Define me as
    pigeon wings,
    fairy dust,
    broken bones,
    or cricket legs with
    dirty hands that represent
    and finger prints on the panes.

    Define me as a
    closed-off area,
    mind the caution tape, where
    cameras flash in dead eyes.

    Death is for free,
    and death comes fast to those
    who prepare for it.

    I am prepared...

    By: Brandi Deacon

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    frog commented on Define Me


    Wow. This poem is striking. I am curious to know about preperations for life as well.



    It's a scary thought... Thank you.

    Qualin commented on Define Me


    you have a long journey of pleasing many readers...I enjoy your wit.and amased at your abilities at your age good write...Qualin



    Thank you so much.

    Jayandben commented on Define Me


    Amazing! I love the comment of the fingertips! Eek you've got me tingling :D



    Aww... Thank you!

    Maleficent commented on Define Me


    what a smart boy to say such a thing and a sharp girl to pick up on it and create such a wonderful poem! write on! ;)



    Thank you so much! :)

    dahlusion commented on Define Me


    The fact that you understand that editing is a sculpting tool for enhancing a poem in to a brilliant piece rather then a good piece puts you way ahead of the pack. This piece is delicious in all of its imagery and conception. Your ideas are genius with god-like impact.



    oh, and..... "Define me as a closed-off area, mind the caution tape, where cameras flash in dead eyes." — this verse sent chills through my spine. (hyphenate "closed-off")



    Dah, you are lord of all creation. :) Thank you.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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