I turn away the diamonds in her blood
To try to guess the texture I really wish I could
It takes a lot in order for me to get the feelin'
To see how a liquid can be the cause of all the killin'
I try to break down the root of the concrete door
But not even the rusty banner on the side tore
I try to make my way as I’m dartin' off to class
But the teacher can’t let me in if I don’t have a pass
I’m wastin' time tryna get my eyes to see right past the light
It’s hard when a bloody diamond shines brighter in the night
Or maybe I’m encompassed by the pleasure of the view
I’m still tryna make it though in minutes I only have few.
Maybe I should skip but that'll result in a detention
But knowing me I won't serve it being the cause of suspension
Then I'll be stuck at home livin in my room
Hopefully I can get away without facing doom
I think I need to sprint in order to be fine
The first bell rang and for some reason a sign
I try to yell the teachers name but no one is replyin'
So now I'm contemplatin' on if I should get to lyin'
The second bell rang only a second from the first
And I think I already have an excuse planned out and rehearsed
The third bell is on the edge and I'm making my entrance
I know I'm just gonna get ridiculed for my poor attendance
But wait I'm in and only by the skin of my teeth
But I still got off scott free so I get to gasp and yell sheesh
* Creator - Me, Maxiro Xeniyah
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Copyright 12-09-08 ©® Corey Threet
I only got one word for this poem no,1 ' Impressive'. My blood start to boil when I read this poem.
AMAZING, it paints a picture in you're mind and heart...i understand this poem,
Creative, very creative. I like it, and it deserves to be in a book or something. I'll read more of your poems. Take a look at mine, if you can. Thx. Good Job.
I like this one, it seems kind of limited in the printed form. I hope you have had opportunity to read it outloud. It would work as a great spoken word piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I turn away the diamond in her blood', it seems like a random day, but to set your life to poetry cant be random, you need to reveal the source of your inspiration to help the reader to arrive at the destination with you. I'll keep reading the series