Paintballing

by Angelica   Jul 7, 2004


The click and shut of a quick re load
before going back out to battle
your clothes now torn and splattered
with colors full and fresh
like new deeply cut wounds
each with a diff color , a diff pain, a diff. story
now u r hunched over a rock waiting to shoot
then you feel a sharp whack at your back
and you can smell the paint, the loss
your battle is over
and you did not win
this time...
~angelica graver

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  • 19 years ago

    by David Rethoret

    Hey, whats up? I think it's awesome that someone else besides me loves this sport enought to write a poem about it. It has inspired me to post mine. Check out my profile and you'll see I love this sport. Your poetry could use a little work, but this can only help the spread of paintball on a proffesional in the stage of growth that it's in. Thanks for the poem and thanks for playing and supporting this great sport.

    David Rethoret
    Team Wild Boyz (NY)

  • 20 years ago

    by Ashmore

    awesome! I love paintball wars!

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