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He grabs me by the scarf and tells me what to fear, what to wear.
He shakes me like a dying leaf and tells me how to comb my hair.
The choir wails and I look home; This is not where we belong,
this woeful cave of dying hope
I pack my legs and thaw my soul,
In the sun beam of my journey home.
by bullhead.
How did you find it?
Should I attempt another one? It only occurred to me to do this now.
Opinions please?
bull, x.
last two lines are good
[you just reminded me of something...check JUNK later for some of my poems from 1997..10 whole years ago!!!]
Stuff in Junk gets deleted after being unactive for like 5 days. So i doubt 10 years ago...
No, he wrote poems in 1997 and posted it recently.Quote:
Originally Posted by S34MU5
well i seem to have lost them again, but ill try and post tomorrow...but JK is correct.
wow i was only 8 years old...scary
wooooooooo i was 6
and JKK was still a man/little boy
Did you pen this BH?
It kinda says to me that you can sometimes be insecure but also don't want to be controlled or labelled.
I enjoyed it. Good work.
yay! back on topic !
always continue bull, always!
That would be a decent enough description of me... insightful of you I do say!Quote:
Originally Posted by dejkirkby
I wrote it myself, yeah. I made another one today. I will just post it here when I get to a computer(on psp)
I might just use this thread more often for this. Thanks for the feedback everyone!
bullhead.