I was really bored and wrote a poem. Don't be too harsh, I just wrote things down as they came into my head and I know it's shit.
Start to think, pain all through.
When you try and try, and it's got you.
Nothing you can do.
Except surrender to the few.
That scream and cry in the night.
Don't go without a fight.
Never live without a death.
Fight till the very last breath.
Know you can do it, in the face of all hell.
Feel the flames and ring the bell.
Signal the time for new hope to arise.
Swarming like flies to the light in the skies.
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I don't know whether to be uplifted or depressed by that. That's a really good poem, Ais. Better than what I write...
Ooh, while we're on the subject of poetry, I got a phone call from one of my mother's relations the other day, saying that she had a book full of poems that my mum wrote when she was my age, and that she was going to send up from England for me to have. She hadn't consulted mum about this, of course, and now mum's dead embarassed and will probably be scouring the post for the next week or two. I have to see them! I bet they're sexay.
Lol! That would be very creepy if they were :P
Still, thanks for the compliment, and I hope you get to read the poems! :D
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