Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Who Knows?

Lovely birds singing
Beautiful trees swaying
Comforting wind blowing
Smelly flowers blooming

-what if-

Small grass tickling
Little bugs flying

-is our imagination-

-and-

Horrible creatures howling
Dark stalkers stalking

-is the truth-

Murderous monsters hiding
Captured souls dying

-beyond our lies-

-but-

Peaceful graves to evil below
Blue sky to fiery atmosphere
Cheerful friends to posing demons
Fluttering leaves to remains of before

-who knows?-

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

This was really good. I really injoyed how the words flowed together.

Anonymous said...

I like how you compared the good to the bad in the last paragraph! Very creative!

Anonymous said...

It started out all happy and then it changed. I love the contrast! It was a great piece of writing.

Anonymous said...

I really enjoyed the flow of this. It made me feel a lot of emotions all at once. Was this how you felt when you were sitting in the graveyard.

Anonymous said...

This really confused me, but it was also intruiging. I liked the contrast, and it really made me question reality.

Anonymous said...

Made me question reality...

Anonymous said...

Wow! I truly love this. It's so simple and i love that it is separated by the little tittle type things. Great job!

Anonymous said...

You had a great flow and it was such an amazing poem.

Anonymous said...

Wow this is really beautiful. I love the interrupting words in between. Was this the graveyard writing?

Anonymous said...

full of mystery, good job

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