Why is he here?
With only flickers of shadows on the blank, white walls of my life?
Or something?
And those weary rest
With their blood.
THE ALIENS ARE HERE!!!!!!!!!!
A name still yet feared.
Tick, tock...
I just have to live with.
Life has no meaning once you see the damage of the wave
For this is during winter's icy reign
That's just what water does
But for now gray clouds on the horizon only hint of the disaster to come
Now you start painting your masterpiece
Viewing the picture to be shown
Watching the people get wet out there
Author notes
Utter randomness
A contest entry
- Build A Poem with the Last Lines of Your Own Poetry! FUN! by Melodies.
600 points, ended March 16, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Nice write booklover. I also adore books as you do keep writing and reading.
Fangs
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