Out my mind

 

Out my mind

Like a bomb ending your kind

What could you find? From my mind my heart will grind

Soon

Like two spoons

Or a star without a shine

This heart of mine

I'l be fine

From your mind please build a shrine

Soon, soon

In my past

We have seen

Destructive hate ruin a blissful scene

It would seem

Our lives are as frail as a beam

All my secrets you will keep

Please dont weep

This mountain hill is not so steep

Boom, boom

Choas knows

And it grows

Taking a  break only when it snows

But this shows

Brain sick girls eating the crows

Low, dont go.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

sounds like apocalyptic rantings of a madman who may know the truth afterall. excellent poem.

[KAOlmsted]

I've read a few of your pieces and I have to say you have a very unique voice. You might want to consider editing for spelling and grammatical errors, as those niggly bits tend to take away from the power of what are essentially good writes. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us, isiah.

-kimmer

[isiah_holmes]

Thank you. And yes, i have been told that grammer is the only issue. So i might have to re edit all of my poems one day soon. Try another, if you dont mind.

[isiah_holmes]

Whats your favorite so far?

[KAOlmsted]

I will return to your page as time allows, thanks so much for the invitation. I don't really have a favorite as of yet because I haven't read them all. Keep up the hard work and yes, by all means, do some editing ;-)