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Post by Twilightmist on May 18, 2014 1:11:02 GMT -6
G.A. Nickel is my writer name, Grace is my real name. Please post feedback/ rate my poems Flying Lifting off A Butterfly Taking to the sky
Soaring An Eagle Searching for prey
Landing A Leaf Drifting to the ground
Flying A Bird Regal and Brave
G.A. Nickel
New Kid They look at me, I wonder what to say, They stare at me, Did I do something wrong? The bell rings, I follow them inside, They watch me, Like a piece of prey.
G.A. Nickel.
Death Quiet, stealthy and silent. Creeping up on you when you least expect it, Fatal, deadly and angry Embracing you when you try to run Slipping into your mouth Filling your lungs with fear Sinking you on dry land Death is something to be feared.
G.A.Nickel
Feel free to give constructive crictism. Grace
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Post by Lakesplash on May 26, 2014 0:16:09 GMT -6
Awesome guess what you where in my class in berhampore school (:
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