A couple of days ago I started to search for my old poetry book, so I can make a newer updated one. Here is some poems from the old one. I wrote this poem when I first started poetry, I'm not sure what I was feeling at the time for the first one, but the second one I remeber being locked out of my house watsching leaves and things in the wind and the poem came to me.
*Let it Flow*
Raven
Inside & Like An... -------------------------------------------
Inside
Deep dark hole
No light in sight
long tunnel
Painful memories and feelings
Twisting path of hatred
Through the dieing maze
Past the trees
Shaped like claws of pain
Waiting to grasp and destroy
Any joyful being
Never ending corrider
Of rich blood red colors
Black souless pictures
Staring back
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Like An...
Like an feather caught in the wind
our lives float by
No matter what we do or day
Mother Nature will take it's course
Like an ant under a magnifying glass
Our lives are filled with torture
No matter what we do or say
Father Grim willl hold the glass
Like children in a line
Our lives don't matter
No matter what we do or say
Sister Heaven picks her favorites
After reading these and the other post you made, I am hoping that your outlook on life has improved over the years.. There is a lot emotion in these words and they paint a sad picture for me in my head..
Submission Name: Inside & Like An...
