[untitled]A Poem by Isabella Menace
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There is a path that lays un ridden.
Nothing but the moon light Catching it, but other wise Completely hidden... Here the lightning bugs dance with delight. Where nothing can be ridden to a demise. The bats screech and coo to each other. And the wolves howl to one another. Spider webs twinkling with sparkling dew. And small pups play in the evening, true. The moon etches a ribbon, that is the path. A path that is hidden, full of wrath. But this Path is Abandoned, I've found my way. No Innocent Outside could make me stay. Now I'm free to Seize the Day. Once Upon A Time, I Wondered This Path. Once Upon A Time, I Felt Its Wrath. Once Upon A Time, I Was Trapped Forevermore. But Now I've Escaped, Trapped Nevermore. ~~Ce chemin d'accès fixe monté un Rien que le clair de lune L'attraper, mais d'autres sages Il est complètement caché ...~~ French |
There is a path that lays un ridden.
Nothing but the moon light Catching it, but other wise Completely hidden... Here the lightning bugs dance with delight. Where nothing can be ridden to a demise. The bats screech and coo to each other. And the wolves howl to one another. Spider webs twinkling with sparkling dew. And small pups play in the evening, true. The moon etches a ribbon, that is the path. A path that is hidden, full of wrath. But this Path is Abandoned, I've found my way. No Innocent Outside could make me stay. Now I'm free to Seize the Day. Once Upon A Time, I Wondered This Path. Once Upon A Time, I Felt Its Wrath. Once Upon A Time, I Was Trapped Forevermore. But Now I've Escaped, Trapped Nevermore. ~~Ce chemin d'accès fixe monté un Rien que le clair de lune L'attraper, mais d'autres sages Il est complètement caché ...~~ French |
© 2009 Isabella Menace
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Once Upon A Time, I Wondered This Path.
Once Upon A Time, I Felt Its Wrath. Once Upon A Time, I Was Trapped Forevermore. But Now I've Escaped, Trapped Nevermore. Wow! Another amaing write here, You have amazing talent, I really like your writes so far. Very well written and wonderful flow. Posted 15 Years Ago |
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Isabella Menace
Little Ol G-wood , SC
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The minds of thirteen year olds vary to the extremes. From that of normal thoughts to those of at least two decades above. I am thirteen years old, a considered major suicidal risk, a depression escap.. more..Writing
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