Dead Poetic Poems
|2.||This Thought Is Known||5/31/2011|
|4.||Count My Minutes||6/15/2011|
|6.||Now I See Why||7/21/2011|
|9.||To Be My Own Inception||6/9/2011|
|11.||Please Dont Lie||6/14/2011|
|14.||A New Life||7/21/2011|
Comments about Dead Poetic
Isolation is to be left out when you want to be in.
Isolation is feeling that sense of loneliness.
Isolation is feeling alone when ten thousand people surround you.
Isolation is hearing laughter in a room and silence when you walk in.
Isolation is staying away from people, afraid they won’t talk back.
Isolation is sad.
Isolation is small.
Isolation is hard to describe unless you are the person feeling it.
Isolation is quiet.
Isolation is blood pounding in your ears.
Isolation is counting how many times you get let down and eventually lose track.
Isolation is ...
This Thought Is Known
Very sneaky he slipped in the night
Always-careful not to make a fright
He jumps and he slides
He slips and he glides
O’er the hills and through the woods
He’s getting closer and closer to all of his goods
The boy lies the boy steals
The boy sneaks and the boy make deals
Back in the days,