Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers in a tomb, in bloom.
Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved
See my heart, I decorate it like a grave
You don't understand who they thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now, a man who won't let himself be.
Down in a hole, feeling so small
Down in a hole, losing my soul
I'd like to fly, but my wings have been so denied
Down in a hole and they put all the stones in their place
I've eaten the sun so my tongue has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more of my feelings beneath
Down in a hole, feeling so small
Down in a hole, losing my soul
I'd like to fly, but my wings have been so denied
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers in a tomb, in bloom.
Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved
See my heart, I decorate it like a grave
You don't understand who they thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now, a man who won't let himself be.
Down in a hole, feeling so small
Down in a hole, losing my soul
I'd like to fly, but my wings have been so denied
Down in a hole and they put all the stones in their place
I've eaten the sun so my tongue has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more of my feelings beneath
Down in a hole, feeling so small
Down in a hole, losing my soul
I'd like to fly, but my wings have been so denied
- Last seen on Oct 7 2:12 AM 2008. Member since May 25, 2003.
- I'm a jade dragon poet for 298 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Revelation will not come with heart and mind closed and divided.".
- I am a 18 year old girl from California (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a thespian.
- I have 298 comments, 1 contest, 1 addline, 9 columns, 105 poems, 7 stories
My Poetry
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Somehow everything seemed distorted
And I knew I needed you
My Stories
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They carried Kaylin in on a stretcher. He was deathly pale underneath the dried blood. Almost dead. His breathing was fast, shallow, wet. I was sure blo
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The house was humongous. Yeah okay, I forgot Cambriari was rich. What people he killed to get that way, I’ll never know. Not quite sure if I want to know. &nb
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I hate Alabama. I don't want to offend any of you Alabama-lovers, but it's a very barren state - at least all of the towns I've been to have been dull and lifeless.
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RagTagWanderer on November 8, 2005Its been hella long...... Whats up?
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MourningCloak on March 1, 2005Hey! Let me know if your spanish teacher puts anymore little spanish sayings up. My friend Nikki is in spanish 2 and I'm in spanish1. At the moment I run around the band room yellin "Yo Tengo Un Gato En Mi Pantalones!!!" (I have a cat in my pants) lol.
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RagTagWanderer on February 25, 2005Hey whats up Megan, you should post some new poetry on here. I haven't really.
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MourningCloak on February 14, 2005Kewl page...what does your motto mean?
