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While I was learning about how evil viruses are in science, this randomly popped in my head:
Walkin' 'round the corner
Not a dolla' to my name
No one is my mourner
As I try to find a place to sleep.
I stand out in the crowd
Their disgust is too visibe
So I bang the door real loud
As I enter an abandoned store.
Water's drippin' on the floor
Paint's peeled long ago
I lie down, my legs sore
from walkin' without a place to go.
Concrete is my pillow
The film of water my sheets
My mood like a willow
Droopin' and deppressed.
A boom crashes
As I shoot up from "bed."
My hand blunders,
Falling into a puddle.
My life isn't too good
I admit it to be so
But hopeful is my mood
For I know you will be there.
I have the oddest feeling that I didn't quite write that, but something else. Anyways, review!
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Posted by ScarletBlack on 2008-02-28 17:43:14 | Rating: | Views: 142
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I don't follow the theme too well but it's good.
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Posted by eeerm
on 2008-02-29 07:33:10
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I have absolutely no idea, either. It's my first time trying to write a poem that rhymes, so yeah. Thanks for the comment.
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Posted by ScarletBlack
on 2008-02-29 17:05:59
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it should be about Untouchables it sounds kinda like them.
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Posted by Gifta_Carla_Belikov
on 2008-02-29 19:54:47
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At first I was like "...Huh?" But you're talking about the people outside of the Hindu caste system, right? Yeah, I might title it that. Good thinking, Gifta ^^.
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Posted by ScarletBlack
on 2008-03-01 00:03:54
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Don't get a big head...
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Posted by ScarletBlack
on 2008-03-03 22:41:34
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