First, I want to state the fact that poetry has never been my strong-point. Never has been, and more then likely, never will be.
However, in Physics class last year, I found myself writing some of these, because they were more interesting than listening to Mr. Knock babble on about rocket science.
So, let me know what you think if you'd like smile
I appreiciate constructive critisism, but don't flame.
I burn easily.
However, in Physics class last year, I found myself writing some of these, because they were more interesting than listening to Mr. Knock babble on about rocket science.
So, let me know what you think if you'd like smile
I appreiciate constructive critisism, but don't flame.
I burn easily.
Untitled
It's hard to distiguish
Where the nightmare ends
and reality begins.
A smile hides the fangs
that are just waiting for the next victim.
But rather than tearing them
to shreds
You'll find their mind and soul
shattered.
Lying in the gutter
trying to come to grips
With what happened.
Untitled Pt 2
Today I watched
as my one and only hero
faded away into the dark unknown
I sat, I watched
I did nothing.
They took my hero
And the tall figure with the black hood
Made it so my hero would be gone
Forever.
The world attacks me
as if they were sent a memo that my
Sole source of protection
has been killed.
And for the rest of my eternity
When I look in the mirror
I see nothing.
