something awful i wrote when i was 15 i'm sure

something awful i wrote when i was 15 i'm sure

A Poem by Zoe

the sun sets your dissapointments
arrises anew converging with atmopshere
to mix the days blend of ingredients
confusions are a toxic concoction
that can warm the soul
or dry the heart


the wind rustles in the reeds
the sound of brittle bones shaking
or beautiful instruments playing
the ripples of blue velvet
underneath is a mystery shrouded in
luck or distaster
the heat causes your face to flush or fade
there is beauty in all tragedies
the end is never the end
the sun never sets
it just waits.

© 2008 Zoe


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you spelled arises wrong {eek I think} but otherwise I love this, why is it called something awful?

dude: the sound of brittle bones shaking
or beautiful instruments playing
the ripples of blue velvet
underneath is a mystery shrouded in
luck or distaster

classic


Posted 16 Years Ago



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Zoe
Zoe

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