Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Crayons


I feel like my brain
is a box of crayons
overflowing, in color
with ideas and words
images and shadows,
all crammed up in a box.
Melting out of my ears.

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  1. I think your poem is cute! Speaking of melting crayons... I found a blue one in the seat of my truck today, melted crayon everywhere!

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    1. Thanks! Yeah, it's definitely melted crayon month. They're everywhere!

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  2. I have days like this too! What a gem of a poem.

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    1. Days like these definitely have their advantages and disadvantages. Poems are advantages. Thank you for reading.

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