mused with mary

Redacted poetry is beautiful and is currently my favorite form of art.

” Hair with disorder

Her appearance lay abandoned

And dark eyes attempted to claim her

His habit had his eyes streaked with old tears

She gripped tears deep in her chest

It was her time. “

” Curiosity looked jealous

Of the moment that did not listen

Sometimes to understand everything

You must be lonely. “

I just admire the nostalgic feel of this type of poetry. You are essentially taking something completely finished, putting it in the state of creation again, and creating something new and unique out of it. It’s like rehab for old, abandoned books. And all it takes is a fresh set of eyes, a sharpie, and a book!

I want to see more creations of redacted poetry!

byyeeeee!