just a bunch of poems

Why the betrayers?

Ocean breeze hits my face, I look around with no trace. Grab my shovel, grab my pale, go to the ocean and watch the sails, flyin gulls hit the sky, the waves that glistens ketch my eyes.

Message

Put a bloody hand print on a wall, send a message to them all. They’re lying, weak and nothing tall, I watch and touch and never fall, I cry and die just as them all, I am one, and one is none, so I leave this bloody hand print on the wall, to send a message to you all.

Home work

Home work, home work, stacked so tall, home work, home work, I do not all, home work, home work, watch my grade fall.

Evening nights are glistening

As we watch this evening night, there’s nothing better then this sight. We laugh and talk, and hold our hands, we stammer when we’re hammer, and cry with in time, now we watch this evening night, soon glisten down. Why these tears away, we’ll play this game another day.

Why did you have to go?

That night I watched you leave, you laid in a box cold and such. You twitched and you turned, but you fought to stay alive. The pain must have hurt, so then we wrapped the towel to you. Your breathing stopped soon, suffocation was your freedom, and now I sit and cry in the remembrance of our 7 years, the cage were you once were is now what holds my fears, I love you so, and always will, I miss you to, so why, why did you go, my sweety, my babby, my jinggles I’ll pray for you.

The Gun Game

Take the barrel spin it round, place the gun right to your crown, pull the trigger and wait for that sound, still alive now pass it down.

Tingling sensation

Tingling sensations beneath the skin tear it off and show us what with in.

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