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Feb 2012 · 554
Peice Of Paper
Breana Feb 2012
I write on a piece of paper
All my hopes, wishes, and dreams
I write on a piece of paper
What my mind really screams
I look at this piece of paper
And think of all the words
I look at this piece of paper
Thinking about what needs to be heard
I stand over this ledge
Holding this piece of paper
I stand over this ledge
My voice just turned to vapor
I fold up my words
Straightening out the creases
I fold up my words
Thinking of all the pieces
I gently hold my paper
Look up to the sky
I let go of my paper
Watch it soar and fly
Maybe someone will read my paper of words
With my hopes, wishes, and dreams
Maybe someone will read my paper of words
And finally hear my screams
Feb 2012 · 436
The White Mask
Breana Feb 2012
The mist wraps around your feet
Knowing it's the time your trying to beat
Quicken your steps to save some time
Wishing the sun would come up and shine
Walking through the darkness you feel so alone
The cold just chills you straight to the bone
Pulling your coat close and tight
The urge to run you're trying to fight
The moons bright light shines through the trees
The wind picking up the cool autumn breeze
Hearing a snap you stop dead in your tracks
Moving along you think it's just bats
Walking by houses so alone and cold
Their paint chipping off because their so old
A noise startles you off to the right
The sense you feel is defiantly fright
Quickly turning you stare into the mist
Shivers leaving your skin feeling kissed
A slight rustle makes you turn
The swell of tears causing your eyes to burn
“Whose there?” you whisper into the night
Then a slim figure comes into your sight
You let out a blood curdling scream
When you see his knife shine and gleam
Frozen in fear you stay in place
As you feel your heard start to race
The mast he wears is a pearly stark white
Running away you see no one in sight
Stumbling forward you fall to the ground
Hearing his footsteps you turn around
Dark black eyes stare back at you
You're going to die, this thought you knew
Closing your eyes you feel the knife come down
Your screams turned into blood, you're stating to drown
The last thing you see before you die
Is the evil look in the masks black eye
The mist crawls and curls around you
The moons bright light leaving a slight hue
Watching him run as his feet pound the ground
While the mask on the ground spins round and round
Feb 2012 · 563
Skipped a beat
Breana Feb 2012
My heart skipped a beat
I didn't notice
My heart skipped a beat
I questioned what it was
My heart skipped a beat
I only thought about it
My heart skipped a beat
I got worried about it
My heart skipped a beat
I ignored it
My heart skipped a beat
I pushed it away
My heart skipped a beat
I was scared for it
My heart skipped a beat
Then I looked around
My heart skipped a beat
And I decited to listen

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