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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Girl and Tiger
People say as a kid, while the car is going they'd imagine themselves running along with the car, hopping and flipping on different things like buildings and stop signs. I imagined something along those lines, but usually it was a tiger, slipping when it tries to catch onto the top of street signs and hoisting itself back up and throwing itself into a lunge to the nearest building. I'd sometimes imagine it getting held back and I wouldn't see it anymore but surprise surprise, it'd come running back from the top of a burning building, slipping into a window, crashing and again disappearing from my sight. I then looked away from the window and back to the driver, forgetting all about the tiger.
By Olive Paqui7 years ago in Poets
Areth
Enos, I was five and awoken by my parents, they were shouting. This wasn't the first time they argued. Getting out of my bed, crawling to reduce the noise. Crawling going over to the window, climbing up a stool to look out, there was nothing but clouds and a white glow, it was late.
By wesley whittick7 years ago in Poets
