04-04-2007, 10:09 AM
Hmmm, here's an old poem I wrote quit awhile ago, maybe in 6th or 7th grade. I really don't write poetry much anymore.
I can see your face through the grimmy window
Yes, it's much clearer now.
Your brilliant eyes aren't mucked with delusional colors
Where will we go?
That blue sky is calling us again,
over the rainbow.
We lost each other there.
Let's forget that rainbow
There are to many birds and singing folk, anyway.
You & me, we will live in black and white.
Oh, let's run from COLORTECH.
Forget color, it's over rated anyway.
Don't look back.
I am running.
I am right here.
Looking up I wonder...
How long 'till I get to the edge?
Oh well, I guess I might just jump.
I'm sorry Mama
And I'm sorry Papa.
The thought makes me want to cry every day.
The sigh makes me want to die, this ****ing day.
So here I go
Teacher, is this what you wanted?
I'm sorry if it isn't, but...
I fell my hardest and landed with grace.
Did you know that Mama went to the store, & Papa on the road, & never came back?
They left their Baby in the tree tops
If I treated you bad, you'd bruise my face. Couldn't love you more you got a beautiful taste. Don't let the days go by...glycerine.
Last edited by Miranda_ : 02-11-2009 at 04:05 PM.