I really like poetry and I think that every poem is written from the heart and has a secret meaning hidden in it somewhere. Poetry is kind of a different place, it is like when people talk about dreams being a different place but poetry is also a different place, a hidden place. |
On a Dark, Dreary Day
I look out of the glistening window...
The girl with the crimson hair
I can't help but stare...
Looking through the trees
You see...
You ask what's my muse?
Well how about you choose...
I got all my friends
And I have to let this world make some amends...
When I was younger I always wanted to be the...
I want to be just like all of you rather than...
A repackaged me
With a lost smile and a newly grown beard...
The snowflakes fall softly
Covering the town...
Every little thing that you do
Every little thing that you say...
When you're too tired to sleep
And Autumn becomes Winter...
Life is climbing the ladder |