Eleven Words - One Poem: Elfchen

[digger]

Living
I breathe
Count the breaths
In, out, in, out...
Enough?

 

[Lucycat]

Enough
of this.
Time to move.
In which Direction?
Forwards!

 

[digger]

Forwards!
Straight ahead.
A straight head.
That would be nice!
Muddled....:confused:

 

[Lucycat]

Muddled...
is it
made of mud?
Is that what it
means?

 

[rainy_daze]

Means,
Financial gains,
Profit, expansion, demands.
It means little to
me.

 

[digger]

Me?
The person
In the mirror.
Or so I'm told.
You?

 

[Lucycat]

You?
You B*stard!
Why, Why, why?
Was it my fault?
Never!

 

[rainy_daze]

[I love the new avatar Lucycat :D So cute]

Never,
she shouted,
doing her best
by continuing on with
Living.

 

[Lucycat]

Living.
Real life
Not still life
Not what painters do?
Art!

 

[digger]

Art
Is not
An unmade bed.
Put some effort in...
Students!

 

[Lucycat]

Students!
Why study?
Why learn anything?
What is the point?
Exams :(

 

[rainy_daze]

Exams
are just
a memory test,
which lack lots of
Creativity.