P.E.N. Poem by Brianna Richard
P.E.N.
Running, walking, bleeding all over-
I dance and turn and float.
Lifted by a superior force,
I am alive only when provoked.
I am pen they say, a medium through which
All of your thoughts shall flow
You smash my head and out it goes-
The ink that creates a show.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
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