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    dots Submission Name: M5dots

    Author: MyPeriodical
    ASL Info:    18/m/pr
    Elite Ratio:    4.32 - 288/229/264
    Words: 98
    Class/Type: Prose/Love
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    She is the bold Arial, I am the faded Helvetica. While she writes novels, I write a haiku. We both made up of paper and ink; myself dry with etched lines of frustrated nails, her damp with Friday night tears. I was a spoken poem of anarchy, while she was the movement of revolution. I cease not to mind her essential statement, but the flaws she claims so clearly. What is it you see every morning? Bamboo having endured months of ocean abuse, washed up on shore, or the cover of an underrated book with a broken spine?

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      I kind of felt this was a bit contrived, like, highly contrived, and perhaps it is- like all things is ;)

    At least though there is evidence of thought
    so in the end ive got to say i liked the reference to haiku and the written novel. I liked the tenses used where he is over and done with and abrupt and she is fluidity and continuum

    thats cool

    you get the sense of two people who have pigeonholed themselves - but together they make something else.

    So, those last fews lines arent really so much of a leap, thematically, thematically they are actually quite beautiful and
    So i give you highmarks for what you have achieved in this poem, it is full of hope.
    and non-hope.
    | Posted on 2015-08-20 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ]
      i once started a poem....my times new roman. funny, twas in response to a boy i once loved who wrote something similar about the fonts we chose.

    i really like this. maybe for it's quirkiness. and in no way is that a slight btw. i find that life itself is quirky.

    i love the idea of an underrated book w/broken spine.
    kinda like watching a movie that got horrible reviews but for whatever reason you couldn't help loving it.

    anyhoo... just some thoughts on yours.
    | Posted on 2014-06-06 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ]
    Alright, I must respond to this now before I forget.

    What is it you see every morning? Bamboo having endured months of ocean abuse, washed up on shore, or the cover of an underrated book with a broken spine?

    is utterly unforgettable!
    love it.

    The whole piece reminds me of ones own self-doubt and the feeling of inadequacies next to one they admire so.

    To me it is tight and sound.


    | Posted on 2014-05-20 00:00:00 | by clay | [ Reply to This ]
      I think I shall savior this for awhile. It is one that needs thought, there for shall think on it

    Brava though...truly

    | Posted on 2014-05-15 00:00:00 | by clay | [ Reply to This ]

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