I'm trying to write that June && Winter story again. But methinks I can't.
BUT ANYWAY..
Winter and June.
They hate me. They neglect me with those cold, cold eyes. They stare me down, thinking, 'Why is that kid so weird?' I can tell my their facial expressions.
Another day goes by, as I walk the streets barefoot, with grey oversized clothing able to fit an obese man. The tail of my coat drags along the footpath and my eyes do not even glimpse the sky.
Because all I see is darkness.
I trudge back to where I normally stay, in the cardboard box.
And great, it's raining.
So now, I need to hide somewhere. And every single place is taken.
And someone taps me on the shoulder.
'You can stay at my place, if you want.'
My eyes finally glance at that girl's face.
She's really pretty, I notice. Another thing is her piercing hazel eyes.
She wears a beautiful dress, with really long socks and weird looking shoes. Black ones.
'Why me? Why not anyone else?' I begin.
'Because.. There's something about you that I don't see in anyone else. You still have hope.' The girl replies.
'What's your name?'
'June. You?'
'Winter.'
'That's a really nice name.'
'Thank you.. June.'
'Now let me take you to my place.'
She grabs onto my hand and takes off.
--
She suddenly stops running and a sharp jolt makes me fully realise that. She's at a building.. And it's really big. June lets go of my hand and she walks inside, and I follow her.
Inside, the rooms were sorted into small sections, somewhat like cells. There are many people here, filled with homeless men and women holding their crying children in their arms, old men, with their pipes at the ready, and I saw a lot of children like myself. They had this bloodshot look in their eye.. And I realised what this place was. It was a refuge home.
'Let me show you to our room, Winter.'
She leads, and I follow. Simple. She walks until she stops at this empty cell. Then I realise, there's only one bed, not two.
'I'll sleep on the floor.' I volunteer, but she refuses, and pushes me on. She grabs a jumper, and uses it as her pillow, as I slowly adjust to the softness of the bed.
It's really soft.
'Goodnight, June.' I whisper.
'And goodnight to you too,' she replies.
And those are the last words I hear as I drift slowly off into the realm of my dreams.
--
- if you want more, comment and say that you want more.
Bloo
About Me
- Mr. Blue Cactus
- Hi. I'm just a simple nobody - with a simpleton mind, simple values, simple views.. It doesn't matter if you don't view my blog. Personally, I don't really care. Hello, and good-bye.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Death
Their eyes
Glazed
Their face
Unfazed
And unblinking.
As time takes its
Toll
And they say
Goodbye
To their lives as they slowly
Fade away.
Goodbye,
To those who loved them.
Goodbye,
To those who cared for them.
Goodbye,
For eternity.
Glazed
Their face
Unfazed
And unblinking.
As time takes its
Toll
And they say
Goodbye
To their lives as they slowly
Fade away.
Goodbye,
To those who loved them.
Goodbye,
To those who cared for them.
Goodbye,
For eternity.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Bus Crash.
Like the title of this post so kindly says, this is about..
LA BUS CRASH AUJOURD'HUI.
Ok. We were on the bus to swimming, and we stop at the very first traffic light.
BOOM. I felt this sudden shock. I heard a few screams, and then realised something was obviously wrong. The glass was cracked.
'Don't panic!" the teachers yelled out. But their yells were unheeded, for there were cries of 'I'm too young too die!' (Most notably from Jessica Tan.)
We kept on driving for a short while.. And suddenly..
CRACK.
The glass window broke, and glass shards started to fall to the floor (from outside). we just had to stop.
The bus driver prodded the window with the stick and the rest of the glass fell out.
Then, I took a picture. :)
Well, we missed the much dreaded swimming where we had to do four laps of flutterby. (butterfly)
Au revoir~
Superbum.
LA BUS CRASH AUJOURD'HUI.
Ok. We were on the bus to swimming, and we stop at the very first traffic light.
BOOM. I felt this sudden shock. I heard a few screams, and then realised something was obviously wrong. The glass was cracked.
'Don't panic!" the teachers yelled out. But their yells were unheeded, for there were cries of 'I'm too young too die!' (Most notably from Jessica Tan.)
We kept on driving for a short while.. And suddenly..
CRACK.
The glass window broke, and glass shards started to fall to the floor (from outside). we just had to stop.
The bus driver prodded the window with the stick and the rest of the glass fell out.
Then, I took a picture. :)
Well, we missed the much dreaded swimming where we had to do four laps of flutterby. (butterfly)
Au revoir~
Superbum.
A rhyming poem.
There was once, a house that stood.
The roof dilapidated, and the door made of rotting wood.
No one lived in that house,
But one day a visitor came in the form of a mouse.
His name was Predator.
When people said his name, they thought of a janitor
That would dust the medals
Just in case they got meddled.
He opened the door
And cockroaches flooded all over the floor.
Predator leapt in fright
And after, ran into the night.
The next day Predator came back.
He had resumed the courage he once lacked.
So he opened the door of wood
And there, a fat woman stood.
'Get out of my house, sir!' she cried.
But he couldn't move, even if he tried.
The fat woman moved in closer and closer
And closer and closer.
ALAS! She pulled out a knife
And Predator's heartbeat was in strife.
And as the point came closer to him
His manners all suddenly became proper and prim.
'Good day Madam,' Predator said.
Which he once said to the woman his father wed.
'Will you please let me go?'
'You know what the answer is, and that is no.'
Predator had suddenly began to cry
When he realised that he craved for some pie.
'Madam, may I please have a giant pie?'
'No, for I'm afraid you might lie.'
The fat woman took him to an oven
Where he saw, mice like him by the dozen.
He gaped his eyes in surprise
And the fat woman stared at him as if he were a prize.
Dollar signs had appeared in her eyes
And Predator seems to look less like a guy
And more like a girl as he looks at that oven
And remembers his home, back at the coven.
The woman picks Predator up
And chucks him in the oven, where he finds a glass cup.
Predator, being a coward, threw the cup away
And there suddenly appeared, a road showing the way.
It had light!
And was very bright.
Different to that darkness back in the oven
Where dead mice lay in dozens.
The road led to Las Vegas
And a lot of people were letting off gas
As Predator slowly scuttled along
The road, which seemed so long.
Finally, he arrived.
It felt like he had been revived.
He grew a beer gut
And kept a small mutt.
He died of old age while playing poker.
The last card he drew was of the joker.
Predator just slumped dead there at his seat
Holding cards in one hand, and the other holding meat.
FINISHED
SORRY IT'S SO LONG
Bloo.
The roof dilapidated, and the door made of rotting wood.
No one lived in that house,
But one day a visitor came in the form of a mouse.
His name was Predator.
When people said his name, they thought of a janitor
That would dust the medals
Just in case they got meddled.
He opened the door
And cockroaches flooded all over the floor.
Predator leapt in fright
And after, ran into the night.
The next day Predator came back.
He had resumed the courage he once lacked.
So he opened the door of wood
And there, a fat woman stood.
'Get out of my house, sir!' she cried.
But he couldn't move, even if he tried.
The fat woman moved in closer and closer
And closer and closer.
ALAS! She pulled out a knife
And Predator's heartbeat was in strife.
And as the point came closer to him
His manners all suddenly became proper and prim.
'Good day Madam,' Predator said.
Which he once said to the woman his father wed.
'Will you please let me go?'
'You know what the answer is, and that is no.'
Predator had suddenly began to cry
When he realised that he craved for some pie.
'Madam, may I please have a giant pie?'
'No, for I'm afraid you might lie.'
The fat woman took him to an oven
Where he saw, mice like him by the dozen.
He gaped his eyes in surprise
And the fat woman stared at him as if he were a prize.
Dollar signs had appeared in her eyes
And Predator seems to look less like a guy
And more like a girl as he looks at that oven
And remembers his home, back at the coven.
The woman picks Predator up
And chucks him in the oven, where he finds a glass cup.
Predator, being a coward, threw the cup away
And there suddenly appeared, a road showing the way.
It had light!
And was very bright.
Different to that darkness back in the oven
Where dead mice lay in dozens.
The road led to Las Vegas
And a lot of people were letting off gas
As Predator slowly scuttled along
The road, which seemed so long.
Finally, he arrived.
It felt like he had been revived.
He grew a beer gut
And kept a small mutt.
He died of old age while playing poker.
The last card he drew was of the joker.
Predator just slumped dead there at his seat
Holding cards in one hand, and the other holding meat.
FINISHED
SORRY IT'S SO LONG
Bloo.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
STORYTIME.
'I'm sorry my dear. Sorry you have to go.' The man pulls out a pistol and holds it to my temple.
I bet it's a .38 calibre pistol, since it's so big.
He pulls the trigger. He shoots.
He scores, obviously. It was held to my temple, anyway.
My head feels faint; my eyesight becoming more and more fuzzy by the second.
I feel like I'm falling into a never-ending pit of black flames. And the last thing I see? I see.. The face of the one.. Who killed me.
**
I'm scared.
Very scared.
I tentatively feel my right temple.. And I feel blood. If this was real, I'd be dead. But I pinch myself. And I'm awake, for sure.
I feel that bullet, lodged inside my skull. It stings when I touch it.
There was a sudden noise; but it's pitch black and I can't see anything. A torch falls to my feet, and I hold it. And look up, and see that greeting me, is a large, wretched being. A devil.
'Follow me. Together, we'll conquer the world. We'll kill everyone, then have that whole world to ourselves, and my followers.'
I'm starting to consider this..
Well, it's revenge. Against the man who killed me.
I stand up, and follow him into that dark abyss.
I bet it's a .38 calibre pistol, since it's so big.
He pulls the trigger. He shoots.
He scores, obviously. It was held to my temple, anyway.
My head feels faint; my eyesight becoming more and more fuzzy by the second.
I feel like I'm falling into a never-ending pit of black flames. And the last thing I see? I see.. The face of the one.. Who killed me.
**
I'm scared.
Very scared.
I tentatively feel my right temple.. And I feel blood. If this was real, I'd be dead. But I pinch myself. And I'm awake, for sure.
I feel that bullet, lodged inside my skull. It stings when I touch it.
There was a sudden noise; but it's pitch black and I can't see anything. A torch falls to my feet, and I hold it. And look up, and see that greeting me, is a large, wretched being. A devil.
'Follow me. Together, we'll conquer the world. We'll kill everyone, then have that whole world to ourselves, and my followers.'
I'm starting to consider this..
Well, it's revenge. Against the man who killed me.
I stand up, and follow him into that dark abyss.
Friday, February 12, 2010
IN BLOOM.
I fell in love with this song, all those half a years ago..
I wish Kurt Cobain never suicided. :'(
For there would be a triumphant Nirvana, leading the music industry.. :'(
Instead of those new songs that are out now, no offence to them. So many of them sound the same. Like **** ***** and Day N Nite. (No, I'm not slanging, I think that's the actual song title.)
I wish Kurt Cobain never suicided. :'(
For there would be a triumphant Nirvana, leading the music industry.. :'(
Instead of those new songs that are out now, no offence to them. So many of them sound the same. Like **** ***** and Day N Nite. (No, I'm not slanging, I think that's the actual song title.)
LIVIN' ON A PRAYER
Yes that's right.
Livin' on A Prayer.
About a fictional family. In it, Tommy and Gina.
Tommy used to work at the docks. The union's been on strike, he's down on his luck, it's tough.. So tough.
Gina works at the diner all day, working for her man, she brings home her money, for love.. For love.
There you go. The first two lines.
Livin' on A Prayer.
About a fictional family. In it, Tommy and Gina.
Tommy used to work at the docks. The union's been on strike, he's down on his luck, it's tough.. So tough.
Gina works at the diner all day, working for her man, she brings home her money, for love.. For love.
There you go. The first two lines.
IT'S MY LIFE. (No, not the stupid Glee one.)
Unlike the Glee one, this is a lot better.
My heart is like an open highway.
:D
My heart is like an open highway.
:D
A little change from posting up songs.
There was once, a house that stood.
The roof dilapidated, and the door made of rotting wood.
No one lived in that house,
But one day a visitor came in the form of a mouse.
His name was Predator.
When people said his name, they thought of a janitor
That would dust the medals
Just in case they got meddled.
He opened the door
And cockroaches flooded all over the floor.
Predator leapt in fright
And after, ran into the night.
The next day Predator came back.
He had resumed the courage he once lacked.
So he opened the door of wood
And there, a fat woman stood.
'Get out of my house, sir!' she cried.
But he couldn't move, even if he tried.
The fat woman moved in closer and closer
And closer and closer.
ALAS! She pulled out a knife
And Predator's heartbeat was in strife.
And as the point came closer to him
His manners all suddenly became proper and prim.
'Good day Madam,' Predator said.
Which he once said to the woman his father wed.
'Will you please let me go?'
'You know what the answer is, and that is no.'
Predator had suddenly began to cry
When he realised that he craved for some pie.
'Madam, may I please have a giant pie?'
'No, for I'm afraid you might lie.'
The fat woman took him to an oven
Where he saw, mice like him by the dozen.
He gaped his eyes in surprise
And the fat woman stared at him as if he were a prize.
Dollar signs had appeared in her eyes
And Predator seems to look less like a guy
And more like a girl as he looks at that oven
And remembers his home, back at the coven.
The woman picks Predator up
And chucks him in the oven, where he finds a glass cup.
Predator, being a coward, threw the cup away
And there suddenly appeared, a road showing the way.
It had light!
And was very bright.
Different to that darkness back in the oven
Where dead mice lay in dozens.
The road led to Las Vegas
And a lot of people were letting off gas
As Predator slowly scuttled along
The road, which seemed so long.
Finally, he arrived.
It felt like he had been revived.
He grew a beer gut
And kept a small mutt.
He died of old age while playing poker.
The last card he drew was of the joker.
Though he never told anyone else,
That was the secret to his bad health.
FINISHED
SORRY IT'S SO LONG
Bloo.
The roof dilapidated, and the door made of rotting wood.
No one lived in that house,
But one day a visitor came in the form of a mouse.
His name was Predator.
When people said his name, they thought of a janitor
That would dust the medals
Just in case they got meddled.
He opened the door
And cockroaches flooded all over the floor.
Predator leapt in fright
And after, ran into the night.
The next day Predator came back.
He had resumed the courage he once lacked.
So he opened the door of wood
And there, a fat woman stood.
'Get out of my house, sir!' she cried.
But he couldn't move, even if he tried.
The fat woman moved in closer and closer
And closer and closer.
ALAS! She pulled out a knife
And Predator's heartbeat was in strife.
And as the point came closer to him
His manners all suddenly became proper and prim.
'Good day Madam,' Predator said.
Which he once said to the woman his father wed.
'Will you please let me go?'
'You know what the answer is, and that is no.'
Predator had suddenly began to cry
When he realised that he craved for some pie.
'Madam, may I please have a giant pie?'
'No, for I'm afraid you might lie.'
The fat woman took him to an oven
Where he saw, mice like him by the dozen.
He gaped his eyes in surprise
And the fat woman stared at him as if he were a prize.
Dollar signs had appeared in her eyes
And Predator seems to look less like a guy
And more like a girl as he looks at that oven
And remembers his home, back at the coven.
The woman picks Predator up
And chucks him in the oven, where he finds a glass cup.
Predator, being a coward, threw the cup away
And there suddenly appeared, a road showing the way.
It had light!
And was very bright.
Different to that darkness back in the oven
Where dead mice lay in dozens.
The road led to Las Vegas
And a lot of people were letting off gas
As Predator slowly scuttled along
The road, which seemed so long.
Finally, he arrived.
It felt like he had been revived.
He grew a beer gut
And kept a small mutt.
He died of old age while playing poker.
The last card he drew was of the joker.
Though he never told anyone else,
That was the secret to his bad health.
FINISHED
SORRY IT'S SO LONG
Bloo.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
PAPER CUTS.
This isn't fully rocky..
This is a GRUNGEY!
:)
R.I.P. Kurt Cobain.. :(
I wish you didn't shoot yourself and have a cocaine overdose. ==
This is a GRUNGEY!
:)
R.I.P. Kurt Cobain.. :(
I wish you didn't shoot yourself and have a cocaine overdose. ==
BREAK.
Another Three Days Grace song.
I told you I was obsessed.
I love Adam Gontier.
P.S. Not the actual music vid.
I told you I was obsessed.
I love Adam Gontier.
P.S. Not the actual music vid.
I HATE (EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU).
This is sort of
Depressing.
:)
But I love it.
It doesn't make me want to kill myself.
CAUSE IT'S REALLY REALLY GOOD!
:) Love you.
Depressing.
:)
But I love it.
It doesn't make me want to kill myself.
CAUSE IT'S REALLY REALLY GOOD!
:) Love you.
DANI CALIFORNIA.
Dani California.
Though not so rocky as I would PREFER
This song is really good.
There you go, sweeties.
It's not the actual music vid.
I couldn't find one.
That I could EMBED that is.
Though not so rocky as I would PREFER
This song is really good.
There you go, sweeties.
It's not the actual music vid.
I couldn't find one.
That I could EMBED that is.
SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT.
SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT, BABIES!
Was my ringtone for 6 months.
That's how much I loved it.
Then again I could only fit ONE SONG onto my phone..
Just goes to show how much I love Nirvana.
Right now, I'm ticked off at SIDA.
He said that Nirvana is ****.
:(
I'll go listen to some Nirvana now..
Probably Paper Cuts.
HERE YOU GO, SWEETIES.
Was my ringtone for 6 months.
That's how much I loved it.
Then again I could only fit ONE SONG onto my phone..
Just goes to show how much I love Nirvana.
Right now, I'm ticked off at SIDA.
He said that Nirvana is ****.
:(
I'll go listen to some Nirvana now..
Probably Paper Cuts.
HERE YOU GO, SWEETIES.
JUST LIKE YOU.
One of the legendary songs.
I'm sad to say this, but I have to thank Julian.
But it's a good song.
Love you all.
Quote, Three Days Grace. Life starts now.
I'm sad to say this, but I have to thank Julian.
But it's a good song.
Love you all.
Quote, Three Days Grace. Life starts now.
THE PRETENDER.
This is one of the best songs on the history of the Earth.
Live it, love it, want it.
Three Days Grace, Life starts now.
There you go..!
Live it, love it, want it.
Three Days Grace, Life starts now.
There you go..!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
THREE DAYS GRACE.
This is really recent. (Today)
But I'm obsessed with this band called..
You guessed it.
THREE DAYS GRACE.
OHMYGOSH.
I HAVE BEEN LISTENING TO 'JUST LIKE YOU' FOR HOURS ON END.
AND I'M NOT GETTING SICK OF IT.
I'M JUST LOVING IT MORE AND MORE AND MORE.
I LOVE IT.
THREE DAYS GRACE IS SICK.
Don't confuse it for Three Doors Down, I beg of you.
I LOVE THREE DOORS DOWN. DISS IT, YOU DIE.
Actually, you won't.
But I love it a lot.
You can tell.
JUST LIKE YOU, I HATE (EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU)..
There's more.
Life starts now, as they say.
But I'm obsessed with this band called..
You guessed it.
THREE DAYS GRACE.
OHMYGOSH.
I HAVE BEEN LISTENING TO 'JUST LIKE YOU' FOR HOURS ON END.
AND I'M NOT GETTING SICK OF IT.
I'M JUST LOVING IT MORE AND MORE AND MORE.
I LOVE IT.
THREE DAYS GRACE IS SICK.
Don't confuse it for Three Doors Down, I beg of you.
I LOVE THREE DOORS DOWN. DISS IT, YOU DIE.
Actually, you won't.
But I love it a lot.
You can tell.
JUST LIKE YOU, I HATE (EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU)..
There's more.
Life starts now, as they say.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Trying to write stories now.
Like I said..
I want to write a story.
I'd like some inspiration and get a bit of everyone's idea into it.
Even if it's stupid or something, I'm happy to read your ideas.
So, everybody, post up!
I want to write a story.
I'd like some inspiration and get a bit of everyone's idea into it.
Even if it's stupid or something, I'm happy to read your ideas.
So, everybody, post up!
Whacking Fishies
Thwack.
The fishie
Got hit.
I came back
From Hawai'i.
I saw
The fishie
Floating in
The water.
Dead.
Unconscious.
The like.
I
Cried
And cried
And cried
Until
I was swimming
In a pool
Of my own
Tears.
Annie..
How could you?
HOW COULD
YOU WHACK
MY
FISHIE
WHILE I WAS IN
HAWAI'I?!
*I hate you, Annie.*
That's a joke. I don't hate Annie.
The fishie
Got hit.
I came back
From Hawai'i.
I saw
The fishie
Floating in
The water.
Dead.
Unconscious.
The like.
I
Cried
And cried
And cried
Until
I was swimming
In a pool
Of my own
Tears.
Annie..
How could you?
HOW COULD
YOU WHACK
MY
FISHIE
WHILE I WAS IN
HAWAI'I?!
*I hate you, Annie.*
That's a joke. I don't hate Annie.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Fine. ANOTHER ATTEMPT.
Celebrations~ (Title)
We spin around.
Once,
Twice,
Thrice.
We laugh with glee
Quietly
Until
It
Slowly
Gets
Louder.
We play games.
Cards.
Tips.
Hide and seek.
That
Is true laughter.
That
Is true happiness.
That
Is fun.
**
Though I sort of exaggerated on it.
We spin around.
Once,
Twice,
Thrice.
We laugh with glee
Quietly
Until
It
Slowly
Gets
Louder.
We play games.
Cards.
Tips.
Hide and seek.
That
Is true laughter.
That
Is true happiness.
That
Is fun.
**
Though I sort of exaggerated on it.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Trying to write positive poems.
The eye.
Enables us
To see.
It gives us joy
To see
Beautiful surroundings
And
Scenery.
Yet we
Cringe
When we see
Dumps
And fat men.
Why do we take
Our eyes for
Granted?
The blind
Think of eyes
As luxuries.
Eyes
Enable us
To see what's
Going on
Around us.
Teehee. Do you like..?
(A tad bit weird if you ask me.)
Enables us
To see.
It gives us joy
To see
Beautiful surroundings
And
Scenery.
Yet we
Cringe
When we see
Dumps
And fat men.
Why do we take
Our eyes for
Granted?
The blind
Think of eyes
As luxuries.
Eyes
Enable us
To see what's
Going on
Around us.
Teehee. Do you like..?
(A tad bit weird if you ask me.)
My birthday.
It was my birthday yesterday.
..
Yeah.
..
I got rained on.
..
And found out there was a surprise party since something went wrong.
..
They even made it seem so obvious.
..
I didn't notice.
..
I am so dumb.
..
Birthday party on Sunday.
..
Teenagerdom.
The body
Grows
Into their
Form they will
Assume
For the rest
Of their lives.
The brain
Grows
Filled with knowledge
That we will
Utilise
Until the day we
Die.
Is the
Teenage years
The hardest part of life?
Is it when you leave
Your childhood
And begin to
Grow up?
Or is it when
You start to intake
More complex information
That is harder to understand?
It doesn't really matter.
We'll die one day
Anyway.
..
Yeah.
..
I got rained on.
..
And found out there was a surprise party since something went wrong.
..
They even made it seem so obvious.
..
I didn't notice.
..
I am so dumb.
..
Birthday party on Sunday.
..
Teenagerdom.
The body
Grows
Into their
Form they will
Assume
For the rest
Of their lives.
The brain
Grows
Filled with knowledge
That we will
Utilise
Until the day we
Die.
Is the
Teenage years
The hardest part of life?
Is it when you leave
Your childhood
And begin to
Grow up?
Or is it when
You start to intake
More complex information
That is harder to understand?
It doesn't really matter.
We'll die one day
Anyway.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
I've been writing short poems, I guess.
Here are my best.
RAIN.
Rain
Falls from the sky
At random
With the skies grey
And unmerciful
It sheds its tears
And they fall
To the ground.
The sky has
Emotions?
Or does it only cry
When it desires?
Rain is something
That will be forever
Unresolved.
MURDER.
One stabs another
One shoots another
One drowns another.
There are
Many ways to die
But it doesn't matter.
That knife
As it stabs your heart
Will be the last thing
You will ever feel.
We humans
Are governed
By fear.
CHILDHOOD.
Childhood
One finds that it never ends
Another finds that it ended too soon.
They grow out of
Things that they loved
Once before.
Long ago.
Those things they loved
Lie discarded on the floor
Covered in a layer of dust
Never to be touched.
APOCALYPSE.
Chaos.
Fear.
We run
Knowing our deaths
Are near.
Why do we run to save ourselves
When we will
Eventually die?
Are we afraid of death?
Are we..
Scared?
Yes, I know I'm sharing my poems to you; but don't copy these. Please.
Bloo.
RAIN.
Rain
Falls from the sky
At random
With the skies grey
And unmerciful
It sheds its tears
And they fall
To the ground.
The sky has
Emotions?
Or does it only cry
When it desires?
Rain is something
That will be forever
Unresolved.
MURDER.
One stabs another
One shoots another
One drowns another.
There are
Many ways to die
But it doesn't matter.
That knife
As it stabs your heart
Will be the last thing
You will ever feel.
We humans
Are governed
By fear.
CHILDHOOD.
Childhood
One finds that it never ends
Another finds that it ended too soon.
They grow out of
Things that they loved
Once before.
Long ago.
Those things they loved
Lie discarded on the floor
Covered in a layer of dust
Never to be touched.
APOCALYPSE.
Chaos.
Fear.
We run
Knowing our deaths
Are near.
Why do we run to save ourselves
When we will
Eventually die?
Are we afraid of death?
Are we..
Scared?
Yes, I know I'm sharing my poems to you; but don't copy these. Please.
Bloo.
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