The trees began to burn.
The flames sending a little bird flying higher in to the sky to escape.....
Breathing in the fumes and getting higher.
Until there was nothing above but the atmosphere,
Happy to be far away from the world the bird flew
And flew, the sun shining off it's feathers like never before.
Oh so happy it was to be the only one around, with nothing to hurt it.
But soon it realized that it was so high that coming down would be murder,
And the air being so thin
It could not breathe.......
Author notes
I hate marijuana
Be nice.
Comments
1 - 5 of 5
-
Several things.
I really like this poem.
Marijuana is very easy to hate.
I am very upset that these were posted on my birthday but you still haven't said happy birthday yet, even after I texted you. You're a poo of an old best friend.
Also, for a while people(meandallie) thought you may have died. -
-
Marla. I, Brian Trochez, would like to formally wish you a very happy very belated birthday. Love you! And thanks for the commet, you're sweet. The ticking clock is marked to summer days, oh what a joyful sound.
-
-
I love you.
-
dont be a coconut
god is trying to talk to you...
-
interesting use Author notes . Paints a different pictuure for the poem
Adding your comment:
1 - 5 of 5
