Post by Erika on Dec 17, 2005 14:34:48 GMT -5
Lost
In a valley with no end I roam. In a place where flowers never grow. Where everything is black and white and solitude keeps you confined. What was once a blooming obis of color is now an ivory jail cell. And what was once the bright blue sea is now painted in ebony. Where dark things lurk and pounce. Where things are lost and never found. Where shadows overcome and darkness prevails. Where smog floats freely through the air. But I’m the only one who’s been there; in fact I can’t escape it. Curled up in myself I find that I may not make it. Through all paths and obstacles. Here, only in the back of my mind.
Okay, that's my poem. I know it's a little depressing but I hope you all like it. Constuctive critisism is welcome, as well as comments, questions, and compliments. So read away and do me a favor: DO NOT make belotted remarks. I hate them. ;D
Sincerly,
Erika
PS: Belotted=Stupid
In a valley with no end I roam. In a place where flowers never grow. Where everything is black and white and solitude keeps you confined. What was once a blooming obis of color is now an ivory jail cell. And what was once the bright blue sea is now painted in ebony. Where dark things lurk and pounce. Where things are lost and never found. Where shadows overcome and darkness prevails. Where smog floats freely through the air. But I’m the only one who’s been there; in fact I can’t escape it. Curled up in myself I find that I may not make it. Through all paths and obstacles. Here, only in the back of my mind.
Okay, that's my poem. I know it's a little depressing but I hope you all like it. Constuctive critisism is welcome, as well as comments, questions, and compliments. So read away and do me a favor: DO NOT make belotted remarks. I hate them. ;D
Sincerly,
Erika
PS: Belotted=Stupid
