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Nature's flow
written by Trapezium05:07 PM 12/7/04The wind ruffles his long scruffy brown hair,
His arms are outstretched as far as they can go,
Tears stream down his face from glazed eyes,
It's a cold dark night and it's beginning to snow.
Memories are flying through this poor little boy's head,
Waves are crashing against the mossy rocks,
There's nothing to hear but the sounds of nature,
Birds are regrouping at a tree from their flocks.
Blades of grass are behind him and he stands on stone,
He's just standing there maybe he's waiting to be found,
The cold harsh wind must be biting into his soft skin,
He could be heard crying softly only just making a sound.
He seems to glide slowly forwards awaiting his surprise,
His arms are still wide and his blood is still red,
Leaning forwards slightly an angel appears by his side,
He jumps and gets carried by the wind - now he is dead.
His blood is painted on the rocks below,
And his body is drifting away in the lonely sea,
His tears glisten as the waves crash against the cliff
What would you do if this boy was me? |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by devilchild01 (12-7-2004 - 05:09 PM)
| wow you are so great
i thinks i love you
hehe
*licks* |
by FeeFee (12-7-2004 - 05:10 PM)
by bloodrayne66 (12-7-2004 - 05:21 PM)
| wow this poem is amazing.very very well written... i loved it... |
by Morbid Angel (12-7-2004 - 05:25 PM)
| Like I said, it's amazing. As usual. I want to steal your talent, and Geno's...and mix it with my smaller talent and create some big talent monster. |
by Trapezium (12-7-2004 - 06:04 PM)
| Don't be silly, Cass. You're talent's much better than mine, and so is Ty's |
by Morbid Angel (12-7-2004 - 06:17 PM)
| No it's not, ask anybody here and they'll tell you. |
by Trapezium (12-7-2004 - 06:19 PM)
| You know I'm too lazy, though. They'll just say me anyway 'cause they wouldn't wanna hurt my feelings 'cause most of you round know I'm a bit sensitive |
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