Poems from Dolphingirl012
What if my pens ink was made of life you ask?
Like the fairytales you heard as a kid
When, with one pen storke, things would come
flying...
Pounding, bam, bam, bam.
Slapping, bam, bam, bam.
Hundreds of feet hit the cold ground
a stampede of people all around
Going, going, going...
The world: silent dark and dull
No rhythm rhyme or beat
Something was needed to fill the null
A beat, both pure and sweet.
Some to pen...
There is a road that I know.
A road that none have traveled with me
a road that dosen't seem to exist to Them.
But I know the truth.
I...
Cycle in control
Day to day like a zombie
I stop to resist