Me had to write some poetry for English this week, and naturally I thought it sucked. But because Amy-chan is our regular poetry person, I got her to look over my poetry. And for some strange reason, she thinks it's good. And she encouraged me to post some up here. So, please, no olive throwing. v_v And I apologise in advance for some of the crap here.
This one has a working title of Shades of Pain.
This can either be percieved as someone in great pain, or me getting very annoyed with my heat rash. Enjoy. *cough* (This is free verse, btw).
It's just a little red.
It'll pass soon enough.
I'm ignoring it.
It's disappearing.
Blotches of fire.
All over me.
Burning through my skin.
They're fading like dead stars.
Heaps of Crimson.
They're invading one by one.
Fire is spreading through my veins.
They're claiming me.
Scars of fury.
They beg for me to let them bleed.
I scratch away endlessly.
The scars become me.
*dodges olives*
Should me embarrass myself excessively by posting more?