kiss me...
My poem to turn in for english tomorrow . . . Hope i toned it down enough for her...
thats what she gets when she makes us model it after another poem... sheesh, no space for creativity! lol... so i gotta bring me out somehow RIGHT! lol
Shoo.t
I am heavy and cold. I have no good intentions.
Whatever I seek, I destroy.
With one pull, and a sudden kick I unleash my soul.
I am not useful to all, only a solution for some -
The end of a tunnel that they long to seek deep in my barreled mouth.
Most of the time I lay in silence breathing, waiting for my purpose.
I watch a lot of things closely, held tightly. I have stared them in the eyes and between.
I think I scare them, I don’t know if it is my power, or my cold wet-like touch. But I see the chills, and shaking.
It is only the hollow that separates my soul from her end.
Now I am the Bullet. I have no greater use than my aim.
Hunting for my place, whatever direction I’m pushed in. I am blind.
I am born from this evil, the spawn of this cold gray hate.
This tunnel in which I run from the heart of all, only when I am called upon.
I am deaf. I am deaf to the screams, the gasps, the gags, the crunches, the cries and pleas.
When they call my name, I feel it. I lock into place, as if it were a race to an end.
I thrust out of my womb, down the loathsome tunnel that seems never ending.
My icy wet lips run up and down her cheeks, pushing against her pale trembling face,
This birth will soon bring little joy.
But it all ends with a kiss ... my kiss that ends it all.
thats what she gets when she makes us model it after another poem... sheesh, no space for creativity! lol... so i gotta bring me out somehow RIGHT! lol
Shoo.t
I am heavy and cold. I have no good intentions.
Whatever I seek, I destroy.
With one pull, and a sudden kick I unleash my soul.
I am not useful to all, only a solution for some -
The end of a tunnel that they long to seek deep in my barreled mouth.
Most of the time I lay in silence breathing, waiting for my purpose.
I watch a lot of things closely, held tightly. I have stared them in the eyes and between.
I think I scare them, I don’t know if it is my power, or my cold wet-like touch. But I see the chills, and shaking.
It is only the hollow that separates my soul from her end.
Now I am the Bullet. I have no greater use than my aim.
Hunting for my place, whatever direction I’m pushed in. I am blind.
I am born from this evil, the spawn of this cold gray hate.
This tunnel in which I run from the heart of all, only when I am called upon.
I am deaf. I am deaf to the screams, the gasps, the gags, the crunches, the cries and pleas.
When they call my name, I feel it. I lock into place, as if it were a race to an end.
I thrust out of my womb, down the loathsome tunnel that seems never ending.
My icy wet lips run up and down her cheeks, pushing against her pale trembling face,
This birth will soon bring little joy.
But it all ends with a kiss ... my kiss that ends it all.