Poems from hbworth
As a young guy sometimes i feel like there is a lot of pressure on me. Writing poems helps me ease a lot of my stress. i love to make fictional characters and tell their lives through these poems.
I sit and stare at this cinder wall
I wonder why I'm here at all
I count the days as I lie in wait
Sitting here I know my fate
Is this...
I hear it, that infernal ringing
Can't you hear that piercing, that stinging
As a slowly pull my hand away,
I do not look, my eyes I stay...
Dear mother, where is father?
Dear mother, It's your daughter.
Dear mother, It's okay,
Dear mother, how was your day?
Dear mother, can we...
With axe in hand and smile on face he comes to cut it down.
Are kingdom in the trees our hearts they all do pound.
His army is immense...
Maxwell made was a Kind kid of about fifteen
A scrawny little boy who loved the finer things
He was a miniature genius with a golden heart...