It's only human
I sit apon my rooftop and look at the ants below
how they go about their lives, how little they do know of the world thats set before them of the god who blindly adores them how sick they are of dreaming in their lives that move so slow I sit apon my rooftop and look through the open doors in one house they speak of kindness, while in the next they speak of wars of the deaths that fall apon them of the love that so delicatly binds them so we see the line divides them, the healing and the sores Hmm...This work is unfinished...Urk -_-" I'll write the rest when I think of it =P |
That poem is going to rock once you finish it.
It was very interesting. ^^ I like it. |
i really like it! and i'm a poet my self too!
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Hehe the blind talking about the blind how intresting
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your poet is like reading shakespearse..
LOL keep it up, man |
interesting poem....
-waits for the rest of the poem- :happypika: |
That's a great poem. I need to read the finished product:)
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