Death, a bottle, a cork to blow,
everybody has a timer,
blown up or death from old age are not rear,
yet you see nothing more than a flicker before your eyes,
no-body to save you,
no dark shadows to lie,
green acidic eyes,
stare to the darkness and look it in the eye,
it will confront you no matter where,
die in the attempt I beg,
I do not want death here.
11 comments:
GOOD ONE
Good, as ALWAYS, but is it supposed to have rhythm? If so I'm afraid I just can't seem to find it... oh well, am posting on DDP!
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cool!! yes, i agree with kod, but other than that it is cool, i love the imagination
no rhythem needed.
topic is death.
ok then....i disagree, it is still a poem, life or death (that is my opinion -please do not be offended!)
but other than that it is great!
You sayin' death ain't got no RHYTHM? My master will be most displeased to hear what you said about him- it's not his fault you don't like his rapping!!!
W.O.W. thats good. did you mean to put rear?
-rare
When u no wat pain is come and c me
life is just the hell on earth before death
....mmmm....right......
A have a new post on snow nad dont mean to sound rude but can someone put feedback on it...
Heres a part of it the begining
The sun hid behind the ice, cold clouds. Flying scavengers
flew about happily, singing their praise. Death hung in the icy
mountain air, Just like winter, it had been to long.
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