Pissed
listen, dont speak
The untold truths,
The rumours leaked,
And evil thoughts consumed her.
The house vibrates
As she swiddles through retrospect
Her heart pulpitates
And she picks up the silver rose...
The road leading to her destiny,
rather her fate,
(Ent gon' be so great..)
narrow,
no doubt...Shes dry inside..
drought
And she takes it, opens it
And uses it
The silver rose,
Her, silver rose
Better she to succumb to it than others
Kate,Mikey,Robin,Kirsty,Michelle
BURN!!
in f***ing hell!!!
And with one kiss from her rose
She froze.
And the weather changes
And it raining red,
(f*** it)
And she looks up at herself now reflected
And her happiness is admonished and she lays down the bed
...dead
Her only gain?
She eased her pain with pain..
Author notes
Kinda what i expected...
How wuzz itt??
Comments
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Wow!!!
This poem was CRAZY. In the good way, of course.
I feel very glad none of those people are me, this is so passionate, with the element of pain and rage.
It has such a serious tone in some parts, and it drastically changes to boiling over rage, then to a calm, decisive sorrow.
This is nothing like I have read before, and I like it.
Though it makes me curious to know what some of it means. In parenthesis, you have (Ent gon' be so great..). I didn't quite understand that, but
Alas, this is not my poem, I am not expected to clearly understand all of it.
Thanks very much for entering my contest ;D
♥
:Keara


