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by requiem   Dec 30, 2006


Sitting in the corner, swearing by oathes long forgotten
Jumping off the ledge, who knew it hurt?
Red tears, while plenty, fixed nothing.
Let's go swimming in this pool of knowledge.
We know it all don't we?
They'll be sorry, you said, one day.
Would all this be different? Somewhere else.
These blank walls coloured with pain.
Electric holes of possibility.
For who can explain values in words?
Brick upon brick, the foundation of tomorrow.
Words, perfectly smooth, cut like blades.
Instruments of power; Spilled ink and contradictions.

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  • 14 years ago

    by requiem

    Now don't get me wrong, I like History but the end of term gets horribly boring.

  • 14 years ago

    by Espoirfailed

    That's given me a great idea of something to do in my next hostory lesson, thanks :P

  • 14 years ago

    by requiem

    Thanks ^^ I liked that bit too! See, the great thing about this poem is, I wrote it while bored in history class once, and I just looked around the room and wrote what I saw.

  • 14 years ago

    by Espoirfailed

    I absolutely loved this poem, it proves poems don't have to rhyme for them to be great. "swimming in the pool of knowledge" was my favourite bit. thanks for your comment by the way.