Circles

by Ignoris   Jul 21, 2008


There's circles painted on the walls
Drawn about the endless halls
There's circles scratched into the floor
Trailing through the open door
There's circles wandering through my mind
Circles I will never find
There's circles creeping through my life
Never ending without strife
Well wait, a square, perhaps a line?
But it's just a circle world I find

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  • 16 years ago

    by Cyber Saiyan

    People under estimate the power of a circle.
    It is such a strong word; no beginnig or end, just the same sh!t over and over and over.

    Reminds me of how sad things can really be

  • 16 years ago

    by Liz

    I like it :)

    cirles are one of my favorite shape

    the poem seems pointless(did i miss something?)

    but i still like it
    it sounds good and its special

  • 16 years ago

    by kerrigan

    Oh my gosh this poem is amazing keep up the great work

    bye for now
    kerrigan

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