I'm falling down
Scratched film
Microscopic memories
Sweet lullabies
I'm coming home
A ruined garden.
I spoke for the yellow flowers
"Our roots are gone."
I'm waking up
Limp rag dolls
Blood cools on the pavement.
Stones weep rain
I'm washed away.
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Guess what? I'm checking the blog again. yay. good job and stuff.
Posted by: Rene | May 27, 2009 at 08:37 PM
amazing hannah. Your nonsense is brilliance.
Posted by: cloe | June 07, 2009 at 10:56 AM
Oh hannah, your nonsense isn't
but your candy flavored
mix of writing and impressing
is most hearted
and loved by some!
Glad you liked Okinawa,
yours
LSR, dragonpoet.
Posted by: Long Shiren | June 21, 2009 at 06:06 PM
Wow your even great in the middle of the night haha.
Awesome poetry.
Posted by: Noelle | June 23, 2009 at 07:35 PM