From A Child's Point Of View
• Written by HbKImperiaL
HbKImperiaL's Notes
A poem I did a LONG time ago.. 3 years I think
Dangerously swinging there axe,
round and round and round and round.
Tissues, oval sponges with veins,
Reddish liquid hiding our tiles.
People appear out of the ground.
Objects moving on its own.
Even Though my father is grown,
Even he can't stand alone.
What is this relieving feeling?
Brown stream leaking on my ankles.
Wonderful it feels so,
I would really like to know.
Animals with intelligence,
Children holding bricks and stones,
Everybody's wearing there horns,
So Why am I an exception?
Why am I an exception?
Why am I so, so different?
What's the fun that I'm missin?
Or am I just on punishment?
Why am I an exception?
Why am I so, so different?
What's the fun that I'm missin?
Or am I just on punishment?
They all have weapons made of gold.
I need something nice to spare.
I don't want to be disappointing.
So, what costume should I wear?
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HbKImperiaL
Member since July 4 2017