growing up
in a little town
listen to
many hearts
love
a time of doubt
causing much grief
prayed
i was cutting
i had stopped
before finishing
power
i had never seen
before this time
fate? no
this
answer
in the memory of
Jesus
this blog began as a way for me to record blackout poetries i was making for a project of mine. since then, i try to continue making blackout poetry. using articles, reports, book pages and even extended facebook messages, i pick out words or phrases, black out the rest and what is left is a new message. what you read here is the result.