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03-10-2009, 11:28 AM | #21 (permalink) |
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FaSho's Terrible writing Corner,
O.K. youngsters representin'! That is good writing and thick, meaty imagery.
Mmmmm Great force in this one, Jedi Poet he may be. Practice he will. Growth? He must. ( in my best Yoda voice) Control it he must learn,mmmm, true test that will be.
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06-12-2009, 08:19 PM | #22 (permalink) |
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Here's some poems I don't really like that I wrote, just felt like this needed a bump.
GUARDRAILS (We Ran Until) Fall Apart Mend Again Hate Your Words Be My Friend It's A Cage Fight Is There Really A Winner? Is It Just More Blood On The Bars? Just Keep Punching Because He Won't Listen Make Him Bleed and Maybe He'll Understand What A Trainwreck We're Screeching Off the Tracks I; Watching Two Best Friends Stab Eachother In The Back I've Got An Extra Ticket Do You Want To Watch The Show With Me? Maybe I'm Not Good Enough The Sun Is Shining Down On Us But It's Masked By The Clouds I Bet It Scares You That They Will Never Go Away But It's Worth It Keep Pushing This Dream's Not Worth Loosing Please Just Let Me Stay Little Boy Darfur *NOTE: this was written for a project I did earlier this year about the genocides in Sudan.* I breathe through my mouth But the air never reaches My lungs My Tongue Is bleeding Tired from speaking The words that they’re feeding Into my brain My pain Is hidden By scars from the war My beliefs are shattered The dreams mean nothing anymore The thoughts overtake me They brainwashed my home The ones that survived Have no control of their lives Told by their sick masters To fight to the grave I’m screaming But the sound is masked By the gunshots That ring out through the camp All they hear is the Yes sir Of my own defeat One day I’ll awaken From their cruel deceit Will I die today? Would I like it better that way? Wouldn’t have to worry About my family Torn by disgrace Never seen the face Of death So close So close The ones who’s minds survived Who refuse to behave The ones they remember They’ll march past their graves I’m screaming But the sound is masked By the gunshots That ring out through the camp All they hear is the Yes sir Of my own defeat One day I’ll awaken From their cruel deceit I see the sunlight (I see the sky) I see the moonlight (I see in their eyes) Will I die today? (Will I go away?) The ashes that burn Now it’s my turn To avenge my friends and the ones who were tough The ones who ended it because It was too Rough Will I live to see the sun fall? Will I live to see you smile? The first is appalling The latter Is dire I’ll fall But not because I’m a quitter Together with the survivors I’ll fight to the grave |
06-14-2009, 08:59 PM | #23 (permalink) | |
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Edit: And I love the Darfur poem. |
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