Smothered in sunday. (a poem by me)

[bullhead]

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?

[bullhead]

Should I attempt another one? It only occurred to me to do this now.

Opinions please?

bull, x.

[Accordion]

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!!!]

[S34MU5]

Stuff in Junk gets deleted after being unactive for like 5 days. So i doubt 10 years ago...

[JKKDARK]

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.

[Accordion]

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

[S34MU5]

wooooooooo i was 6

and JKK was still a man/little boy

[dejkirkby]

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.

[Accordion]

yay! back on topic !
always continue bull, always!

[bullhead]

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.

That would be a decent enough description of me... insightful of you I do say!

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.