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Post by alcas on Jan 8, 2009 17:55:38 GMT -5
Walking my road into the horizon a world to navigate but one mountain to scale my journey, my story to tell My thirst I cannot abate. Winding, Winding this path Trying to rise above my caste, a hero's tale, a loser's trial, the mountain scaled, I look forward to the Dawn another height to ascend. My quest as yet failed.
Just a poem I made one day and sent in to TeenInk it was put on their website but I think that's probably as far as it's going. Kinda wanted some critique that didnt come from someone who knew me and might perhaps have my feelings in mind when they told it was "excellent". this was another one as well please tell me what you think.
Somewhere A family sits to dinner. Somewhere the children laugh and play. Somewhere too many things to say. but here, my life, a sinner. I wash my hands of blood and though none remains I can't wash my thoughts of the burned I cant clean my soul or stem the flood another day, another plan another shipment of bodybags but its all hush hush, more media gags bullets, tanks, and planes oh my! Simple sinner, sinning simpleton, explains it all horror or hemlock, my time to heed the call
P.S. sry this doesn't go with the theme of the site.
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Post by Fury on Jan 8, 2009 19:53:02 GMT -5
Doesn't have to go with it xD Any creativity can go here. Nice poems! The second is my favorite <3 TeenInk eh? I got that once. I've never submitted anything though.
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