Candle smoke through thoughts...
The Clicking of Knives..
The shadows whispering throughout the house...
The flicker of lights..
Darkness fills the room...
Running through the empty streets...
A dark-- cold night..
Walking across the bridge...
Feeling the smooth damp wind rolling across your cheeks...
Lights changing colors as if cars were there...
We felt in control as if we could do whatever we wanted...
It was growing late...
We knew that we would have to walk back...
Through the smoke...
The shadows...
The darkness...
The dark chilly night..
Across the bridge...
Home..
Here we come.
Venturing back..
Emptiness creeping in..
Leaving others afar
Senseless mockings of one another..
Terrified tears held back through the wall.
Hoping never to return...
Thoughts of travesty..
Stupid mistakes we will regret once we know the meaning of 'Mature'
Author notes
A Collaboration with my friend Derick Welch.
Another awesome poet
Lines written...
1-8 - Me.
9-20 - Derick.
21-27 - Me.
28 - Derick.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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awesome :)
I liked your use of ellipses; they made this seem drawn-out, like your words were straining against the wind even though they held your hand.
...I don't make sense, sorry. Then again, it is six in the morning. Anyway, good write! -
Very Nice
You and your friends did a awsome job!! I think I should try doing that one day. I mean collaborting with some friends and see what we get! lol!! Well I really like it! ~_!
<3 Jenay -
Nice poem Shakespeare. There were a lot of really good phases.
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