Wednesday, February 25, 2009

dad

drkness seeps through my veins
as i haul the dead body over the hill
he deserved every last minute of his deserved death
i hear sirens swarming
i must go but i need to finish
thats what happens to those who
kill my father

7 comments:

  1. abrupt and straight to the point, but you probably could of dove a little deeper concerning this subject. Good.

    ps did u read my newest poem(s)?

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  2. creeeeepy...but i second dylan's comment. i feel as if u could describe it more. just saying, you know, my two cents.

    seriously, you're both starting to scare people...

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  3. Yeah. It needs more guts and feelings.

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  4. mmhmm. not literally on the guts part though. that's just...eeeeeew.

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  5. i liked the poem :) : ) : ) : ) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :): (: ) :) :) :) :( :

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