this one was inspired by a friends word
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear