9Jul/087
take 2
I'm done with this planet
and the people around
bored out of my brains
with the same old sounds
i want to move to another another place
with green skies and red shores
and other things that don't exist
in a place i haven't seen before
i want to breathe in a new kind of air
the sort that doesn't suffocate me
the sort that fills me up
in a way that it empties me
lightens me of everything i carry
takes it all away and sets me free
arms stretched sideways
i want to fly through the air
with a smile on my face
and wind rushing through my hair
July 9th, 2008 - 19:29
Mars can give you red shores and a pair of green tinted oakleys can give you some greenish skies I think.
July 10th, 2008 - 10:44
arms stretched sideways
i want to fly through the air
with a smile on my face
and wind rushing through my hair
BINGO !!!!! My sentiments exact…
August 8th, 2008 - 07:48
Thats really a very well written poem. Good one.
October 19th, 2008 - 03:14
Didn’t know you were a closet poet too! Wah… i’m impressed and i like.
And really well written, i love how it flows, and the last stanza.
keep going.
October 19th, 2008 - 09:07
@Koo – good idea. will consider!
@Archonna – what you waiting for?
@VV – Thank you.
@Haem – Thank you.
haven’t written or updated this in a while now.. should.
May 10th, 2009 - 05:28
how come u have stopped writing peoms?
June 3rd, 2009 - 13:13
plain lazy
i’m picking up momentum .. slowly .. i think 