Lullaby
BriarIceChills
I don't own Digimon. (Algebra homework is enough hassle in my life, thanks.)
A/N: Thanx go out to my three reviewers. - (Snaps for all of them!) BTW, this isn't a story, nor is it a continuation of the first poem. It was originally a poem to me from me by me, but I reread it and decided that it sounded a lot like Yamato (Matt) or Ken. They are kind of misunderstood. But then, isn't everyone?
My World
Note,
on your way in,
the dirty
welcome sign
to your left.
Glance carelessly
at the memories
that line
the many shelves
of my mind.
Get used
to the way
I live:
From one broken line
of poetry
to the next,
From the amount
of time
the batteries in
my cd player
will last.
Observe
the complex dramas
that make up
the lives
of my friends.
Feel the changes
in the taste
the mood
the feel
of the many places
where I roam.
Sense exactly
how much
I wish
to suddenly
go insane
and write my thoughts
on the walls
and the floors
and the sunset.
Take a walk
in my world
and never forget
that I feel.
A/N: On rereading this poem (again) I realized how many people this could represent. Even Mimi of the bouncy persomality ( no offense to people with this personality type) could be having these exact thoughts. So, take as you will. -
Good luck with all of your dreams,
BriarIceChills