Smokey Cells

It's a happy, happy world
Where brothers kill my soul
And the lightening strikes me down;
No breathing, not a sound.
Thunder erupting within
Reacting to his vicious sin
Succumbed to the breath
Of him, where meth-
ical monsters thrive
Only irises of red does he arrive
To purloin Pandora's box
Of values, pawning in demand
Rocks, locks, jewels and
Cocks the gun does he
Aiming for sanity
That doesn't exist; rule the green,
Supreme master of pseudo.
You are the last occupant. Kudos.
No longer in your fogged vision,
I am free;
You are gone.
I can finally see.





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KennyRobb said...
Apr. 4, 2011 at 11:29 pm
Soo....a friend referred me to this page. And im glad to say that i read this poem. Like the other reader said, i may not understand exactly what you meant when you wrote it, but i can relate to it in my own way. And i think thats what poetry is all about. So A+++++ for you! Please dont ever stop writing. I can tell u have some greatt potential.
 
LovinYou123 said...
Apr. 4, 2011 at 9:49 pm
:O AMAZZZINNN! I can't say that i TRULY understand the TRUE reason and feeling that YOU meant, but i can totally relate to it in a way. It was awesome and i love ittt. Seriously awesome. And, i LOVE the title 4 sum reason haha<3333
 
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