Allen Ginsberg created something called an American Sentence. It was basically his version of Haiku. I decided to try my hand. 17 syllables, one sentence.
1 The smoke is thick and black as I look down to find a hole in my chest.
2 The ink upon my skin tells tales of downfall and of recovery.
3 I watch my children playing sports, trying to be the best they can be.
4 My smile hides the pain inside
as I fall deeper into despair.
5 Words can cut you deeper than a knife shoved directly into your heart.
6 Like the snake, I shed my skin and grow, leaving my past where it belongs.
7 The wood of the cherry tree smells sweet and reminds me of better times.
8 He stole my life and resides within my old house, laughing all the while.
9 I don’t know if I was born to write, but I will try my best to please.
March 30, 2012 at 2:15 pm
Nice Job 😀
March 30, 2012 at 6:54 pm
Excellent friend ! You’re very in touch with your feelings and not manymen are. Congratulations !
March 30, 2012 at 7:42 pm
Thank you. 🙂
April 1, 2012 at 10:09 pm
Wow, these are great!
April 2, 2012 at 4:35 am
Thank you!! 🙂