Come with me

June 28, 2010
By Kbuschan PLATINUM, South Plainfield, New Jersey
Kbuschan PLATINUM, South Plainfield, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
Fall in love or fall in hate; Get inspired or be depressed; Ace a test or flunk a class; Make babies or make art; Speak the truth or lie and cheat; Dance on tables or sit in the corner; Life is divine chaos. Embrace it. Breathe. And enjoy the ride...


Gather your stuff
And be very quiet
This is not a bluff
So dont start a riot

Open the door
And see the view
Do you want more?
I'll see what I can do

Hush, dont cry
Im saving your soul
I would not lie
Im not a bag of coal

So off we will fly
Into the light
Into the sky
Where everything is just right



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kat2.0 SILVER said...
on Aug. 7 2011 at 12:24 pm
kat2.0 SILVER, Sparrowbush, New York
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Favorite Quote:
life is short so go for it

I agree very mysterious but well written

on Jan. 1 2011 at 5:33 pm
Kbuschan PLATINUM, South Plainfield, New Jersey
25 articles 0 photos 64 comments

Favorite Quote:
Fall in love or fall in hate; Get inspired or be depressed; Ace a test or flunk a class; Make babies or make art; Speak the truth or lie and cheat; Dance on tables or sit in the corner; Life is divine chaos. Embrace it. Breathe. And enjoy the ride...

just helping someone in need

on Jan. 1 2011 at 12:52 am
SpringRayyn PLATINUM, Lakeville, Minnesota
34 articles 2 photos 658 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Don't punish yourself," she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness too. That was writing."
--Markus Zusak, "The Book Thief"

(I like the part about 'saving your soul.' what does that mean?)

on Jan. 1 2011 at 12:52 am
SpringRayyn PLATINUM, Lakeville, Minnesota
34 articles 2 photos 658 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Don't punish yourself," she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness too. That was writing."
--Markus Zusak, "The Book Thief"

What I like best about this poem is that it is so mysterious. It could be about a relative, a friend, a boy/girlfriend, anyone really. Well, a suggestion from a teacher I once had: the word 'stuff' is really vague. Maybe the word 'belongings' would help that? I know it would be harder to find a rhyme for though.


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