BLood on the MOon

There's blood on the moon,
A cyclone in the clouds.
So many secrets behind the hidden doors,
Hidden skeletons fall out of closets long-closed.
We hide in our little secret corners,
Running away from our problems while sitting still.
Mundane, but promising.
Some day, one day, we'll all walk the streets as strangers,
Some day we will all be friends..
But first we have to unravel the secrets,
To find out when it ends.





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lovebabylove. said...
Feb. 22, 2010 at 4:27 pm
i like it alottt; check out my poems pretty please?(:
 
B.r.grater replied...
Feb. 22, 2010 at 7:40 pm
Thanks! I will!!!
 
sunnyhunny This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 19, 2010 at 3:22 pm
This is a great poem!
 
WritesSad replied...
Feb. 20, 2010 at 8:28 pm
Thanks!!! so much!!
You know what's funny is that the whole blood on the moon was part of Gard's tirade against nuclear plants in Steven King's the Tommyknockers?
Not a great book - I couldn't finish it - but it has some pretty cool stuff like that in it ^_^
 
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