[it's true, history repeats itself]
i was looking through my closet, when i found some old writings of mine. i think i wrote them the beginning of grade 10. each are just short, separate poem things. here you go...
he's the unsuspecting victim
of her unsupected rage
and his thoughts remain tangled
as she turns and walks away
i sing lullabyes
under the quiet of blue skies
and you'll know where to find me
when you hear my mumbled cries
and i'm living in this shoebox
which is my tiny escape
the shoes my expensive haven
but the box my lonely place
she asked me the definition of love
and i said that love is something that you feel
something that you feel for someone else
a emotion that you can't escape from
but an emotion that escapes from you
i'd like to say
those things i can't say
but then what would be the point
of calling them things i can't say
so lay down my loved one
listen to the words of your loved one
sleep well on this bed of nails
don't wake up till tomorrow
10 comments:
i like the first one. the sudden break up. i like them all actually, especially the shoebox one. the best things in life can't be bought.
cummon you can do better, no seriosly, cummon song #2!!!!!! Your the one who wants it.
i like the first three the best i think.
i liketh. second ones my favorite. well and the shoebox one
im trying to remember what the beginning of gr. 10 was like.
you live in a shoebox?
that must suck.
i don't remember what i was thinking in the beginning of grade 10.
and the song I Miss You by Blink 182 keeps coming to mind.
well you tell me.
What the deuce! This can't be the Brent I know. I must have stumbled into some sort of alternate universe. My mind can't take how different everything is here!
haha, get used to in jonathan;)
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