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Alright, so, I've been posting a lot to Ink Stitches. No, this will not be another post yelling at people to read my stuff. However, a huge *HUG* to Hoofy for being the first to comment on anything, thank you dear! XD
*cough* anyway...
There's one poem I love to death. Except that something about it feels off to me--I'm not going to say what, though. I could change it around to make it all work, but that would entail changing parts that really make it special, at least to me.
Ryan has convinced me to put it up here, and see if anyone else notices/cares. So please, read and let me know if anything about it seems wrong.
Also, it needs a better title than what it has now, which is the first three words. So feel free to offer suggestions there, too ;)
Here 'tis, thanks!
Cracking my knuckles on the steering wheel
Pretending my hunters don't know how I feel
Crank up the music to help my wounds heal
Driving too fast, dreams too surreal
Blasting my music until my ears bleed
Tattooing my soul with the words that I need
Tires are sqealing as they follow to feed
They only think of me as blood, I am nothing but a weed
My eyes explode with tears, I'll either die or scream
Glancing in my mirror, I can see the venom gleam
Their words say that they care, but they're not what they seem
My vision doesn't focus, I'm driving through a dream
I bargain with the devil, but he won't take my deal
I don't understand, I have nothing to conceal
I don't know why they follow me, I'm not a worthy meal
I spit a prayer, I close my eyes, I grab onto the wheel
*cough* anyway...
There's one poem I love to death. Except that something about it feels off to me--I'm not going to say what, though. I could change it around to make it all work, but that would entail changing parts that really make it special, at least to me.
Ryan has convinced me to put it up here, and see if anyone else notices/cares. So please, read and let me know if anything about it seems wrong.
Also, it needs a better title than what it has now, which is the first three words. So feel free to offer suggestions there, too ;)
Here 'tis, thanks!
Cracking my knuckles on the steering wheel
Pretending my hunters don't know how I feel
Crank up the music to help my wounds heal
Driving too fast, dreams too surreal
Blasting my music until my ears bleed
Tattooing my soul with the words that I need
Tires are sqealing as they follow to feed
They only think of me as blood, I am nothing but a weed
My eyes explode with tears, I'll either die or scream
Glancing in my mirror, I can see the venom gleam
Their words say that they care, but they're not what they seem
My vision doesn't focus, I'm driving through a dream
I bargain with the devil, but he won't take my deal
I don't understand, I have nothing to conceal
I don't know why they follow me, I'm not a worthy meal
I spit a prayer, I close my eyes, I grab onto the wheel