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?
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wild thing
ever just want to grab life
by the root
drink
from its fountain
savor
each delicious drop
with abandon
no inhibitions
no reservations
greed
and
wild
need
fused
to become a human starved
wild thing
then
the thought passes,
curtains
swaying in the breeze
on a warm spring day
full of promise
but no push.