I killed the cheerleaders.

by girl   Apr 10, 2007


Blood grazed ribbons,
broken cheers,
peppy spirits,
destroyed by spears,
tennis shoes with feet attached,
still in motion all hands latched,
mouths wide open ready to yell,
for what they were screaming I'd never tell,
glittery blood had stained my hands,
on my clothes were left Blondy hair strands,
the pompoms were my souvenirs,
i hung on my wall as if mounting a deer,
that day is one of my happiest of all,
the day that the cheerleaders had taken there fall.

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  • 17 years ago

    by invisible shadow

    OMG!! Awsome freaking poem! I loved it, the best i heard yet... The rimes are nice and the words are just the best... All i can say is W-O-W!!!

  • 17 years ago

    by isabel

    Absolutely amazing...

    *isabel*

  • 17 years ago

    by Luis Sousa

    Me liked it!!
    violence
    blood and
    poetry
    very nice combination!

  • 17 years ago

    by Wallace

    Very good poem, I really enjoyed it, keep up the good work.

    PS. Plz rate and comment on some of my poems and I'll return the favour.

  • 17 years ago

    by Marina

    This is by far the funnyest thing i have heard... EVER... and its even worse for me to say that, becuase i was a cheerleader for 5 years.. and its so true... i find myself wanting to do this to my old coach... lets cowardinate.. 5/5
    -Marina.

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