Poems from Poetic Herpies
Hey, call me Gerry. Well i am a junior at my school. I can't say my english is well. However, i really do want to become an english teacher. It has always been my best subject. Well anyways, i am 17, play guitar and love expressing my views about life.
Another day goes by.
In my house, nothing to do.
So many times i have tried.
This life, it cannot be true.
I'm bored.
Sitting in this chair...
Do it, you won't dare.
You won't regret, if you're dead.
Friends, all around you.
Yes, you'll dissapoint them too.
We really do care.
Bear...
Another restless night.
Old habits kick in.
Just another fight.
And soon it will begin.
Who am i to kid?
A serpent is in my heart....
Waking up early.
Dragging your feet.
To a place called school.
Gotta look neat.
Gotta take a shower,
Gotta brush your teeth.
Arrive withing...
In this dark world.
We are all warriors.
Not with blades swords or a shield.
No, no of that we wield.
But we do defend with our hearts.
And...