04-09-2009 05:36 PM
When i was a child i wore my skin
Much to small for me to fit in
and as an adult i grew and grew
shedding my skin fresh and anew
shiny red perfect skin just as if i was born again
i wore my skin with pride and joy
like a child with a brand new toy
and as the years passed
i never once let my eyes wander to the once perfect skin
withered and hanging from the bone within
and as death took me
i let a single tear fall from my perfect eye
((Umm..This just popped into my head one night.What do you think?))
~House of Night~
Laurel it if you like it!!!
04-09-2009 06:19 PM
I like everything except the last line; I don't know, it just doesn't fit.
I'm just wondering- is it a changeling or something? Sorry, a fantasy person tends to analyze things this way lol
Yet the words bite, scream, and scratch within me, until I release them from their imprisonment, forever stained in black and white.*
Yeah, I said it.
04-11-2009 05:24 PM
Ditto. I liked the poem, but the last line could've been better. But heck, poetry is for getting your thoughts/feelings down in stanzas! So who am I to critique it?
"Even Supergirl has her kryptonite."
-A quote by moi