Piece of paper, white and blank/
Waiting to be filled/
Let the words sank/
In to the darkness to be sealed./
The ideas i had/
Left me alone and sad/
I hate this freaking homework/
The teacher is a real ****
Another stupid thought came to me/
I've realised now/
I hate poetry/
I got up fast/
I couldnt stand it anymore/
And threw my notebook on the floor/
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
Peaceful place,
With not much space,
With lots of green plants,
Along with hidden ants,
My garden.
Every day,
From twelve to three,
He comes to visit me.
"Hoo hoo hoo",
He talks to me,
But i never could'm see.
He became my best friend,
With whom i never had to pretend,
He would listen, i would talk,
I'd never had to balk.
The day was gloomy,
It ought to rain,
I've felt so puny,
I've felt great pain.
I did something bad,
At least that's what he said,
And I was punished,
While i thought :
"God, why am i not dead ?"
The days passed slowly by,
And i was just looking at the sky,
I coulden't move,
The bruises could that prove.
"Hoo hoo hoo",
I heard again,
And thought :
"So you didnt left me then"
"Hoo hoo hoo",
"I'm here for you",
I raised my look,
There he was, next to me,
I could finally see.
I wish i could pet him on the head,
But I couldn't rise my hand,
"Hoo hoo hoo",
"I'm here for you"
He said and look to the skies,
While my tears have dries,
And I slowely closed my eyes.
We escaped from the pain,
I was happy again.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 6:24 AM UTC