09/09/14
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
we are a new race rising with ice in our blood we will fight any body because we are family “we are a new breed rising
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting