Thursday, May 19, 2011

Sandbox: Cellphone Poetry

My cellphone has a notepad program and a qwerty keyboard.
Since I don't have a texting plan, the keyboard only really gets used on occasions when I am bored and/or inspired.
Here are some of the spontaneous bursts of words:

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Patterns found within the world, within the dream.
Two spaces trade places; the end follows suit.
"No more," cried the princess.
"The time for action has passed."

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Entrances, portals to places unknown.  Exploring, finding the paths.
An arduous trek; a perilous adventure.
What waits?
The end lies always out of sight - in the next village,
on the other side of the mountain.
Tantalizingly close but ever out of reach.
Pursuing nonetheless.

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If can't is the cancer of happen, what's the cure?
Winning.

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What can I do but cry aloud,
allowed no other form of respite.
There are things in this world that join together
while everything else falls apart.

1 comment:

  1. If Sheen is the cancer of happen, what's the cure?
    Bi-winning.

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