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I'm kinda bored so I'm just gonna post my favorite poem and one that I did. And if you know what mine is about lemme know blaugh
A Wanderer's Song
John Masefield
A wind’s in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels,
I am tired of brick and stone and rumbling wagon-wheels;
I hunger for the sea's edge, the limit of the land,
Where the wild old Atlantic is shouting on the sand.
Oh I'll be going, leaving the noises of the street,
To where a lifting foresail-foot is yanking at the sheet;
To a windy, tossing anchorage where yawls and ketches ride,
Oh I'll be going, going, until I meet the tide.
And first I'll hear the sea-wind, the mewing of the gulls,
The clucking, sucking of the sea about the rusty hulls,
The songs at the capstan at the hooker warping out,
And then the heart of me'll know I'm there or thereabout.
Oh I am sick of brick and stone, the heart of me is sick,
For windy green, unquiet sea, the realm of Moby d**k;
And I'll be going, going, from the roaring of the wheels,
For a wind's in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels.
Hero In the Grass
Me. a.k.a. Matt a.k.a. Otis
Rat-tat-tat! Guns are fired
And men fall down dead
Their bodies lay lifeless
Pumped full of lead.
Fighting off soldiers
Struggling to win
I've already decided
That I will not give in.
My guns hiss and scream
As they give the fatal kiss
I'm like a fox in a corner
And I will not miss.
Why am I like this?
I just want it to end
I've got no more people
That I can call friend.
With the fight finally over
I've gained nothing you see
There's no place in this world
For a Snake like me.
Mine may not be all that great but it was fun writing it, so bleh!
 Hanzo Shikyu · Mon Jul 18, 2005 @ 02:14am · 1 Comments |
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