Treasure Island

Jess Terry

(17/03/1994 / Tauranga)

Blood Red


i swim in the blood red waves,
not noticing the monster deep within,
i float on the blood red waves,
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  • Tyrone Wingfield (10/7/2008 8:37:00 PM)

    It didnt come off as suicide at all, seemed to me that you was planning a mass murder to be honest (Report) Reply

  • Emily Henson (6/11/2008 12:12:00 PM)

    i know it's not about suicide, but i can also understand how it would seem like that
    again, exceptional (Report) Reply

  • Jessica Rose (11/26/2006 8:37:00 PM)

    hey i no im not sposed 2 write comments on my own poems but i dont fell like messengerin evry1 bout this poem. Its NOT ABOUT SUICIDE its about heart attacks (sort of) and how they can spring up on u quite suddenly. SO PLZ NO MORE COMMENTS ON SUICIDE! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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