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The Library
Trailing fingers over dusty tomes,
Passing over broken spines
And threadbare jackets.
Wooden beams and cinder blocks
And yellow-painted shelves.
The aroma of time settles over all.
Hill
Rolling down the hill
End over end
When I stop, the world keeps spinning
And I’m left standing still
I Could Scream
Some days, you’re like a scream
in an empty room.
You bounce off walls
and reverberate
until that’s all there is.
Just the room, me, and the scream.
Other days, I could scream at you
for turning me into what I am,
but then I’d stop
and stare at you
and lose myself in your eyes.
- by AlanivAsthore |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/05/2008 |
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- Title: Three Little Poems
- Artist: AlanivAsthore
- Description: Three really short poems I wrote. "The Library" was written for my english class in March-ish. "Hill" was written last September after I spent a day rolling down a hill with people who aren't really my friends anymore. "I Could Scream" was written last summer when I was getting over a rather painful breakup.
- Date: 08/05/2008
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Comments (3 Comments)
- sharren cutie - 01/31/2009
- cooll..5/5
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- NakedJack - 01/24/2009
- What is there to say really. I'm still searching for a point.
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- Deadcant_Closed - 12/25/2008
- Sometimes short can seem questionable, but you did great with it.
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