Too Late at Night for Dactylic Trimeter

A Poem by Rac7hel

Blocking my thoughts when I think of them, 
Rhythm and meter are hindrances.
Words, I dismiss, when their syllables
Fail to fit into my sentences.

Yet it creates possibilities...
Words I don't usually formulate 
Slowly evolve into melodies,
Making me want to go fornicate.

© 2009 Rac7hel

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Added on October 3, 2009

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Rac7hel

New Orleans, LA

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I'm Rachel, more commonly known as Rac7hel around these here internets. I write pretty poetry and take pretty pictures... I try my damnedest to play pretty music. I do other stuff but I'll save that f.. more..