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Another little poem I wrote while in school. I'd like it if you pictured what the poem says then try to think about what I actually meant.
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They say home is where the heart is. Well then my home is a mess. Blood Is everywhere, the floor is torn up, And inconsiderate people bring mud Inside. They even shot my pup. A man tried getting in my home - Worst mistake he ever made today. He pointed a gun at me and I at him. Had to dump his dead body down the bay, Where I would go as a kid just to play. All of my buddies wish for that time Again. A time where the neighbor could Be looked down on for what he did twenty Years ago... strange - a man once stood here. Guess I gotta get the quicklime. |
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About time I decided to post this next poem. There's a very good reason why I wrote it backwards. Something about backwards and not being right is what I was thinking when I wrote this. Also, I apologize if it's a bit hard-to-read. Had a hard time getting the entire poem in the shot. Plus, you know, I wrote it backwards.
Last edited by Quadcentruo; December 7, 2012 at 04:09:03 PM. |
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