Friday, June 5, 2009

Here are some more poems, you might like them or you might not. I like them though. :)

The Most Color You’ll See In March

The day goes out
In a blaze of glory
A burning fire in the sky
The trees turn ash black in its light
And the red bird sings
“Perdy, Perdy, Perdy”
He knows
Not all fires kill

High Speeds

I love to drive at night
See the speeding lights
Pass by
Like fireflies
Dancing in my eyes

The air is fresh and cool
Were breaking all the rules
We need
Those high speeds
Were our freedom leads

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