I pace across faces
not lifting an eye
paint over facades
hurting their eyes
piping peers with narrow stripes
stripping image with selfish pride
all that I do
imperceptible
gosh
is that me?
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old collection & memories
Scribbles - poetry collections from the fairly distant past (2003/2004), written under the female pseudonym - Kristy Williams. Miraculously found again after the collapse of modblog.
3-5 poems had been selected as semi-finalist in a International Open Poetry Contest in U.S. "Autumn" is published in "The Sound of Poetry" and "The Best Poems and Poets of 2004".
3-5 poems had been selected as semi-finalist in a International Open Poetry Contest in U.S. "Autumn" is published in "The Sound of Poetry" and "The Best Poems and Poets of 2004".
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