Refrigerator poetry

the only creative urge i have lately is to create refrigerator poetry. i have three different sets, but i am down to one actually on my fridge. it was too much- too much clutter, too many words. i am in the mood for simplicity right now. i don't need verbosity, but rather brevity, or i seem to shut down...

here is a sampling of my refrigerator poetry:

imagine her story:
a soul in the middle
of a lyric,
a dream in between
life's new spirit and sad end


i could burn
like an electric night
in an acoustic soul


get
deeper
like a
crazy
beautiful
dream


damn vulgar loathsome man


ask fear who she is


Drink
&
travel
more
Party
Girl