Monday, December 21, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Torn- short poem
I am torn, torn apart. Every little piece burnt to a crisp by your napalm. Filled with rage, piled with fear. My life, a joke in yours.
-Jr
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Who cares
The darkness closes in
All alone a sitting stone
I await my brewing fate
Nothing there nothing here
A dim and dark place to be
Where to go or what to do?
No one knows and no one cares
Falling hard and falling fast
Watch out here comes the past
Cycles once cycles twice cycles trice and hope it ends your life
-Jr
All alone a sitting stone
I await my brewing fate
Nothing there nothing here
A dim and dark place to be
Where to go or what to do?
No one knows and no one cares
Falling hard and falling fast
Watch out here comes the past
Cycles once cycles twice cycles trice and hope it ends your life
-Jr
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
If short poem
If you're cold I will warm you up
If you're hot I will cool you down
If you're alone I am there
If you're scared I will protect you
If you're here or there no matter where
I will always be there
If you're hot I will cool you down
If you're alone I am there
If you're scared I will protect you
If you're here or there no matter where
I will always be there
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