Shorte85's blog: "My Poetry"

********************* CJ Bond 2006 © ********************* I cry for attention, but get a detention. My heart and soul are dead, nothing can keep them from ashed. I stand in a crowdless room, I can’t stand this shit. I yell for help, as a invisible tears drains the blood. I callasp to the floor, everyone stood around. I die, with no doubt.

********************* CJ Bond 2006 © ********************* There is this bomb that wants to blow up, I feel as if I’m swimming in a death cup. I feel myself being pulled by waves of rivers, Up and down my body I feel a shiver. I start to lose breath the deeper I go, So I start to mellow and grope. I start to feel my soul move towards hell, As my heart starts to slowly swell. I feel my heart burst into pieces, My satiability slowly decreases. My skin starts turning purple, As if there was some purpose.

********************* CJ Bond 2006 © ********************* There’s nothing in this world but crap, I go in every crack, corner and can’t find the map, come take me from this trap, this saying that is warping my brain, but there is so much pain, gallons of tears becoming rain, there’s so much to complain about. So come take me from this trap, or I’d be in a wrap from hell, and shut up in a shell.

********************* CJ Bond 2006 © ********************* So confused in this world, I am now in the corner curled. I can’t stand no more pain, Though it seems to be a chain. We have too much hate, But not enough debate. All they do is fight, Everything seems delight. I slowly move out of corner, I yet still feel as I’m a foreigner and alone.

********************* CJ Bond 2006 © ********************* Long lines, All different sizes. Red and blue, For the both of you. Red swerved, Blue keeps me conserved. I love blue, As much as you!