icy storm Poems
|1.||Over The Hills And Far Away||11/17/2008|
|2.||Alone In A Crowded Room||11/17/2008|
|3.||Colors Of My Life||11/17/2008|
|4.||Rough Around The Edges||11/17/2008|
|5.||What Are You Thinking?||11/17/2008|
|6.||The Next It Is Gone||3/10/2009|
|10.||Through An Opaque Window||5/14/2009|
|12.||Thank-You For Your Time||11/13/2008|
|13.||Around Every Corner||11/11/2008|
They confine you.
They seperate you from the world.
You live inside these walls.
You have put up these walls.
If these walls could talk,
what would you tell them?
say what you want,
but they will never say anything back.
Like evey structure made by man
your walls of confinement will crumble to the ground.
you scream as your peices rain onto the ground.
If only these walls could talk.