Monday, 29 August 2011

Blackout Poetry


She wants a holiday.
Literally!
She wants to leave that room,
And run around like a maniac.

She twirls and twists,
In her long held dreams
Of escaping into the jungles,
And watch fireflies dance.

She has acquired a new dimension
Over the last few years.
With only 20 or 30 days more,
That is, if it kills her first.

- Karen 

(The above poetry is derived from words or sentences picked out from a travel article. Done as part of my Creative Writing class assignment.) 

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