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Machine MAG

August 22, 2008
By Julianne Ruetz BRONZE, Redwood City, California
Julianne Ruetz BRONZE, Redwood City, California
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My head computes the numbers
And barbs roll off my tongue
My limbs are wiry, wired wrong
My heart a ticking bomb
My hinges creak from lack of oil
My smile is crooked now
The key they say that came with me
Is scrapped and long since gone
There is no guide for you to read
No language written down
So look at me, just look at me
Before you make a sound
Before you stamp and sentence me
And melt my metal down.

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J.A.L. GOLD said...
on Oct. 6 2014 at 3:47 pm
J.A.L. GOLD, Brooklyn, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Because our addictions are our distractions."

Wow.  I love the decisiveness of the writer. I love how the poem just slams down what it needs to say. Awesome. It sounds like you're drumming the words out. 

spency SILVER said...
on Jun. 13 2011 at 11:18 am
spency SILVER, Irvington, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:

5/5 good job...visit me comment and rate

on Jan. 23 2010 at 8:33 pm
MorningStar15 DIAMOND, Orange, Vermont
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I agree VVVVV

on May. 9 2009 at 3:13 pm
one_of_a_kind_girl GOLD, N/A, California
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love the metaphors

E. H. said...
on Feb. 24 2009 at 5:06 pm
E. H., W. Newton, Massachusetts
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I really dig the clarity of the meter here.