reflections
paint my pains,
along side my facade.
mud-
be one with your dirt
it created you after all.
sky-
reach for the unreachable
dissapointment comes with looking down
bleed-
feel the pains of ignorance
its only matrial items adding to miseray
feel-
second hand emotions tend
to the pain of pleasure
strive-
pushing yourself harder
to end back at the start
create-
abstract portions of reality
pices of your self left behind
dull-
vegatate to something soothing
waste the hours of life you wont have in death.
reflect
looking back once more
find what can define you
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- Joker Rose
- i my friend am the odd one and the unfourtunat loud one (mainly because i never know when to shut up and have a comment about everything)
4 comments:
This is very good, despite the spelling mistakes. I like how you work to achieve the beginning-there are many stories that end in the same place where they begin.
I liked how each thing had a different subject kind off...like sky, blood, etc.
this is really cool, good job
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