Incredibly bad poem. In need of a title.

by GoodMorning   May 16, 2006


Head is pounding.
Heartbeat speeding.
Eyes are bulging.
Breaths quickening.

Thoughts are racing,
Footsteps nearing.
Doors bursting;
Open

Fists are flying.
Blood is pouring.
Evil showing,
Darkness growing.

Head is spinning,
Heartbeat slowing.
Pupils dilating,
Breaths stopping.

Thoughts ceasing.
Footsteps subsiding.
Doors slamming;
Closed.

*Oh jeez. I don't even know. I was in a bad mood. And this is what came out. Just words slopped onto paper. =P*

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  • 19 years ago

    by .+.unpretty_loser.+.

    Beatiful poem.
    that's all i can say coz it's too good for words.
    love jess xo

  • 19 years ago

    by AGirlWorthFightingFor

    That poem doesn't deserve a title.

  • 19 years ago

    by ASPHYXIATED

    Title..
    Such sentences, Wonna go fora long title?
    Opening Closed doors?
    Lmfao.
    Sucks.
    Never mind.
    Great poem tho.
    Quick and mysterious!
    Sexual.
    =]
    x

  • 19 years ago

    by Avrii Monrielle

    Behind My Mind

  • 19 years ago

    by Avrii Monrielle

    Haunting? or Death? hmm... well, it needs a good title because it's actually very good... how about... umm...

    "Illusion or Reality?"

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