SCHOOL YeArS

March 19, 2010
Tick tock goes the clock
splash
saliva on my page,
hearing the soft breeze,
chidish choes of wispers,
of students and teachers saying my name,
evening falls onto triumph this lonely city
DOOMSday the emptiness
fantasy keeps me from my sleep,
gut silence falls on this city
fading
soulful
calmness
memories fill the air
mental paintings
ripple out of sight
whispers mocking
words
genuine self
BLIND





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Milo! said...
Apr. 1, 2010 at 9:43 am
This is really good. It’s easy to relate to, and interesting to read. Keep writing, because this is really good. You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.
 
Daioshanay replied...
Apr. 2, 2010 at 1:14 pm
Thanks and i will love to check out some of your writings.
 
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