06/26/14
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve