Poetry
Suicide
Jumping from the tree tops,
Wishing the world was gone,
His vainy green body floats through the wind,
Even a leafs life sometimes turns blue,
He’s fighting a war of his own,
Life flashes past his eyes,
He hits the ground,
In a moment it’s all gone.
Street Dance
I dance in the street,
To a new beat,
I’m all alone,
Seeds of greatness in me they’ve sown,
Colors drift past,
Their all going to fast,
I’ve learned to dance in the streets all alone,
Where I call it home.
-Jessica
5 Comments to “Poetry”
April (March 12, 2010 at 8:04 AM)
Sounds like fun. when can we dance together. we live together and you don't come get me when you dance in the street. wow sister from the state! good poem I liked it and thought it was cute.
Anthony (March 12, 2010 at 8:04 AM)
Suicide
It sounds like the person, probably someone you knew, jumped from a building(trees). Why is his body green and vainy?
Anonymous (March 12, 2010 at 8:10 AM)
You are a great writer. I love both of your poems.
Casey
Aaron (March 12, 2010 at 8:12 AM)
I like how you put the thinking process of people whom commit suicide. I think it's probably very close to reality.
trent v (March 19, 2010 at 12:35 PM)
yah i would say it is home.. no one around to put you down and you can be your self and dance to music that gets your heart pumping.. thats how i am.. love it.
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