May 18, 2010
By , Somerset, NJ
I hear voices screaming on the top of there lungs
Back and forth.
Kids Crying and begging them to stop.
It's like world war three in this house
They put on a fake smile in of everyone like it's okay
I go to my world and put my headphones in
One day i heard slam and i knew the war was over.

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Amphodite_11 said...
Jun. 12, 2010 at 12:29 pm
I really love this poem, especially how choppy it is. Would you mind reading some of my work?
Sheenaxhydia replied...
Jun. 13, 2010 at 9:07 pm
awwww...thankyouu nd suree ill look over some of ur stuff
thewriteidea This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 11, 2010 at 12:00 am

wow -- i absolutely love your ending. metaphorical or not, it definitely left a mark in my mind. it is such a fabulous way to end this type of poem.

this creates not quite a beautiful imagine in my mind, but it is definitely vivid and that's what shows a good author.

check out some of my work, too if you'd like. thx so much for posting this and i look forward to reading more from you.

keep writing! (:

Sheenaxhydia replied...
Jun. 13, 2010 at 9:09 pm was suppose to be i heard the door slam...butt i likee that one better nd i will keep writingg
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