Good attempt, but certainly NOT the best i've ever come across, a random selection from my friend's anthology could beat this poem hand's down, in fact here is one
on the cliff hanger's dream
a rainbow leap's distance from the edge of infinity
my crystallized prism inside a snow-flake dream
can i drift a little longer
or will you pull me down again
rift tide dancing below the drowned, swirling sun
see me ride
feel me... fly
across the faded, attic-dusted sky.
By Amber Schorr
"While the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth."
robotpajamas: since Im going to be giving the CAT this year
d_ist_urb_ed: To whom?
robotpajamas: f*ck you