SO i wrote a new poem and i wanna make it clear that i am NOT emo...i was in a wierd mood O.o so read it and ENJOY... kaythanksbye! :)
The Wall
Knock knock
Is anyone there?
Behind this wall
That separates our stares
Smooth yet rough
Safe yet bound
The whites of my eyes match
The colors of your sounds
Knock knock
You return the code
The paint chips off
As the sins unload
Drip drip
The sounds of blue
Splashing on the floor
I’m discovering you
Silence surrounds
As the mirror stands
Scratch scratch
Goes the paper in my hand
Knock knock
I can still hear you
Breaking down the wall
I finally knew
The bird has flown
The ship has landed
Among the valley of forgotten
My life has been handed
Knock knock
Is anyone there?
All I see above
Is the light and the stare
About Me
- aNUSHa
- I love music like a fat kid loves cake. It's the only true way of expressing the muddled up crap we call feelings. Idealistically, I'm a realist. Realistically, I'm an idealist. Overall, I think too much and too philosophically. Venture into the stream of insanity I call my consciousness and take it, as everything, with a grain of salt. The size (and type) of that grain is yours to decide.
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