When the leaves have all fallen and turned
away to brown. The wind will stop blowing
and they won't make a sound. All the animals
that once roamed the lands will take shelter
...
Sitting alone with head in hand
Thinking about her life.
Wondering just how she lost it
She thought she was his wife.
...
Memories tear at my soull, like
rips on paper. Actions scatter my thoughts
like angry words. And like my thoughts
on those rips of paper my words are
...
Your a rose in the garden sitting on a bush scared and
confused and with every breathe you take a moment passes
...
I don’t have much to say really
So I speak through my poems
When I open my mouth to speak nothing
Comes out; but when I open my book and hold
...
Like kites without tails,
Like beaches without shells.
Like schools without teachers,
Like football fields without bleachers.
...
Cutting-what a rush! As the blade and me touch.
The blood rushing through my viens, leaks
...
*the End*
When the leaves have all fallen and turned
away to brown. The wind will stop blowing
and they won't make a sound. All the animals
that once roamed the lands will take shelter
in the ground. And comes the end of man.
The sky will turn to gray and forever be
blue.The sun will turn black and never again
shine on you.