Wednesday, 31 March 2010

Ari Viderci Poetry Battle

My final word is: LIES

Lies on the couch, and she lies to her self
I don't need therapy, I don't need help
She blocks out her friends and forgets to believe
And I wish I could tell her the words that she needs

Shane's final word is: NEEDS

I guess this marks the end of our battle, so thanks for reading. It was an interesting experience, having to sit for a few moments each day and just make a poem off the top of my head. I think I learned a little bit about myself, which is very corny.

I don't know, I guess we both win! But Shane still has one poem to go.

3 comments:

  1. I don't think we really set out to have winners/losers in the first place. Although I think your poetry is far more graceful than mine. I certainly seem to always take the ugly side of things. It's not a bad thing though, is it?

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  2. Winners and Losers are inherent in the word Battle, compadre!

    And it's certainly ironic considering that you're the happy happy annoying sunshine boy and I'm always miserable! :)

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  3. I reckon, hey. My writing persona and my actual real world persona are completely different. Am I... Am I bipolar?

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