03/12/15
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
we are a new race rising with ice in our blood we will fight any body because we are family “we are a new breed rising
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
