Full of poem ideas, just ideas, thoughts, and what I like. Can be crazy at times and is not always thought to make sense
Out of the mist there is a call
It whispers... whispers
I strain to here
I fall to the sand
The beach is gray, dead, forbidding
It was the down fall of my life
Pain staying within
The day my parents died on the sea
I try to here it
Calling to me so
But the one sound rings in my head, and it will not go
The sound that makes me suffer so
"We will be back, do not fret."
But the words were meaningless
For they were dead
So I sit upon this rock, above the ocean doom
I fall in a trance of hopless pain
And I jump from the ledge and plunge to my doom
I see my parents, and they smile a welcome
And so I die, and finally find peace
Just so u kno this is mary and not hannah lol... k well my brilliant brain thought of a brilliant idea! hannah u and i r going to be famous (just like every1 tells hannah) smileblaugh k well now to the serious part my brilliant beyond brilliant brain thought that since after reading some pieces of your art (poems) us trio should write a book of poems. i can pull up some of 7th grades since those were my best pieces and i think we could make some mulla call us about it asap (that means right away) on hannah's cell and you and hannah can illisrate notice how i left me out smile3nodding k call us
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Oceanluvr1216 · Community Member · Thu Aug 10, 2006 @ 12:08am