Withered Origami

Withered Origami

A Poem by Chilson, Joshua
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How I feel most the time in relationship's using "One" sheet of paper as the body to whom I am.

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  Like paper,
always pressed, bent,
folded and torn,
made into origami figure's.

  Ever silent,
ready to be used,
pour thought's onto me,
I always listen.

  Mostly forgotten,
shoved into the fold's,
as the new fresh work is wanted,
misplaced never to be found.

  Fair skinned,
each line a moment in life,
someone always cross's them,
but it's permanent and can't be erased.

  So you crumple me up,
toss me aside to start anew,
but I'm only one sheet,
the rough draft, me.

© 2011 Chilson, Joshua


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Chilson, Joshua
Was written in seventeen minute's, would like some critical reviews, but if you can't it's always nice to see what people think.

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the ending made this complete. couldn't see it another way

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So you crumple me up,
toss me aside thinking to start anew,
i'm only one sheet,
the rough draft, thats me.

LOVE this write!
These words here are amazing!
I like this alot. Very well written write.


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Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Chilson, Joshua
Chilson, Joshua

Carlisle, PA



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I write poetry from life experience, though most won't seem that way as I never get into specifics to the events that bring about my work. I'm a silent individual for the most part which doesn't ma.. more..

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