Teen Poetry #8 |
Keeping a proud face in a stream pool (part 2) |
undead warhead Junior Member
since 2008-11-22
Posts 11 |
I'm alive, but its barely noticeable A man can cry only in his mothers funeral When I rise from my seat, someone walks close Another one watching me with his binoculars When you are sick, you want a third pillow A dead wants to be alone An male suspect was seen to leave His house at night, where we forced him to move With his son, who.. It must be true Because, you can't forget what you hear from neighbours It's easier to postpone periods than to avoid telling hearsay A rural chief shall evict them Trash is walking in our hood A snow pusher is leaning towards the church community center Under the old one an animal can be seen moving Deer radar worked for a while I close the door Was it closed proparly? There was a hosepipe in my mailbox Releasing gas, when I went to check it out Pipe had been pulled of I have unarranged pictures When my son came to look at them He didn't realize I had been hiding some of them My uncle was an handsome man I don't know what is dream and what is true Genealogy is dispiriting, like the early winter My relatives don't recognize me Their choose of gifts Proved that They only remembered me on special days As young boys we all walked a lit road I was happy in between the pillars |
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