Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Night poems

silent- no sound, quiet, blank

lush- booming with beauty very boundaful

misunderstood- no one understands no one knows

as a misunderstood strangers walks by me
silence washes over our surrondings
as i watch the stanger now walk away and disppears
into a lush and erie forest never to be seen by my eyes again

3 comments:

  1. Oh my god. It's so good I don't know what to say.

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  2. wrong grammer and no capitals, but very...''interesting'' and ''profound'' I like how you used the word silent...it makes sense

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