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Oh hai; here is a poem

Written on Firday OMG! I spelled FIRDAY wrong!, October 16th, 2009 at night

My whole world
Shattered
The last thread
Cut
Not even
A gentle breeze would’ve knocked it over
Ripped
Ripped to shreds
It was dangling
I shoulda added support
Shoulda known better
With my luck
But I didn’t listen
And now I have to suffer
It happened so fast
Lightning
was sloth pace
to what happened
so fast

Knocked the breath out of me
Knocked and shattered my world
Knocked
and destroyed everything

and the damage
blinded me
blocking my senses
crippling me
I stumbled through life
not quite seeing
or hearing
smelling, feeling, tasting

A giant haze has formed
over the wreckage
and I can’t quite see
or hear
smell, feel, taste
I just can’t quite
live
properly
knowing I’ve elected
the destroyer
of my country
as its leader

5 Comments

  1. Mon Oct 19th/09

    Do you remember me? I have a feeling you don’t o.o Anyways, I really luuurvee the layout *o* It’s so original, and clean.

    I like the poem, it is depressing, but well written. Good job :o

  2. Tee’s gravatar
    Tee
    Wed Oct 21st/09

    Was it just me or was the poem a bit emo? But it has a nice ring to it. :)

    Wacky Onion got an new layout!

  3. Peter’s gravatar
    Peter
    Sat Oct 31st/09

    Is that a true poem? O.o

  4. Sat Oct 31st/09

    @Peter Not really, just some exaggerated feelings that I had to get rid of.

    And if that’s not what you meant, there are a ton of poems like this. In Jerry Spinelli books. Look’em up.

  5. Tee’s gravatar
    Tee
    Sat Oct 31st/09

    Affie Check! Go to WO to see how you did!

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