"beyblade" poems
Which one picks the king?
I guess I pick the king
and Noah A picks...
...hmm...haven't decided what he picks yet.
So he's picking the one with the
grey knight on it.
After we battle,
we change and switch.
I love race striker
and I battled with race striker
a couple of times.
And through that battle
we almost battled for a long
time, but we didn't.
The battle is ended.
A couple of times I had the king
and I won the battle this time.
The end.
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 11:32 AM UTC
The boredom in the routine that spins around those four walls
Spins around the same people the same floors the same doors
and it itches between my skin
aggravated by the stillness in these repeated motions
lost of all emotions
aggravated by own skin
I spin and I spin in my place
like a beyblade
With so much energy just going to waste
cause I'm spinning in my place .
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC