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.
A man in his box.
The daughter in tears.
A wife, her mind. Blocked.
The son, oh so near.
A brother with memories.
Of the children they once...
Love,
It is very tough.
Like a fall,
It will leave a scar.
Like extacy,
It is a drug, almost exactly.
Like a vending machine,
Will spent on...
Day or night,
It attacks.
Feasting upon thy weak,
Death is what it attracts.
In the air, sea, and land.
What others don't see,
It easilly...