I'm interested in poems/writing/prose about what I guess could be called sweet heartache. Not the broken hearted, I'm so sad...but more the bittersweet-remembering type of heartache. Not a love heartache at all, at least romantic love. Things past.
posted by Julie @ 11:54 PM
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6 Comments:
Oh god...where do I start?
Hmm. I like pizza. I like pizza poems.
Tony,
Why, start at the beginning.
Tom,
I wrote pizza haiku for you:
Pizza, pizza, delicious
Fold your slice in half
Like a proud New Yorker would.
In my sleepiness (yet I can't sleep) I reversed the order; 7-5-7 instead of 5-7-5. I'll fix it and rewrite later. It's simple brilliance is not a one time deal. heheh
Oh yeah. I have been meaning to tell you this.
The other day I saw a lady eating pizza with chop sticks.
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