Biography Poem by alyssa bradford

Biography



Blank pages I stare at...
trying to predict what will
be printed,
copied,
written,
or drawn next.
Everyday a new page is covered in self expression.
Anger, self hatred, joy, fun, craziness, chaos...
just plain all around me.
These pages have now became
a book of me
how the seedling grew into a sunflower.

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C N Prem Kumar 24 July 2010

The feel and confusion in the poem is touchy.

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