NaPoWriMo – Day 21

This is a cento poem. A cento is a collage-poem composed of lines lifted from other sources — often, though not always, from great poets of the past. In Latin the word cento means ”patchwork,” and the verse form resembles a quilt of discrete lines stitched together to make a whole.

Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before
The sky was all purple,
There were people runnin’ everywhere

Into the upright and locked position
For landing, can you feel it?

I guess I should have known
By the way you parked your car sideways

Black Muse can eye talk to you

You don’t have to be cool
To rule my world

Wheels get locked in place
Stupid look on my face

But I got news for you

Freedom ain’t free
They lock you in a cell if you try to be

You better live now
Before the grim reaper come knocking on your door
The key is to the lock, the lock is on the door
The door has a knob that you’ve never turned before

I don’t really know y we have 2 go r separate ways

Those are the things that bein’ in love’s about

This is what it sounds like

When doves cry