monkeyandhead
I didn't train to be a Pilot.
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This one I wrote when I was bored after playing guitar for ages. It just popped into my head, it's a story like Poem and is not meant to rhyme, just have meaning.
A little boy is born into the hands of his mother,
his father sits next to her watching on and smiling.
The little boy wears blue eyes,
and is born with hair coloured brown.
He holds onto his mother and fathers fingers,
grasping them tightly, showing how big, and little of a creation he is.
Outside,
a tree has broken ground.
He is woken by the sounds of an alarm clocking ringing,
at the age of 16 his sleep hates to be disturbed.
When he wakes he dresses to his uniform and approaches the breakfast table,
there lies a bowl of Corn Flakes cereal.
His father comments,
"Boy, you've grown big"
Outside,
leaves fall off trees.
Leaves outside are growing,
inside lies a coffin with a man, so small,
compared to the tree outside.
This next piece is meant to be symbolic, I named it Divorce, so hopefully that gives you insight to what is going on. Again, not much rhyming :P
The wind was still as a man walked down a gravel road,
a spot of makeup had stained his shoulder,
and a drop of tear fell from his cheek.
A little boy is born into the hands of his mother,
his father sits next to her watching on and smiling.
The little boy wears blue eyes,
and is born with hair coloured brown.
He holds onto his mother and fathers fingers,
grasping them tightly, showing how big, and little of a creation he is.
Outside,
a tree has broken ground.
He is woken by the sounds of an alarm clocking ringing,
at the age of 16 his sleep hates to be disturbed.
When he wakes he dresses to his uniform and approaches the breakfast table,
there lies a bowl of Corn Flakes cereal.
His father comments,
"Boy, you've grown big"
Outside,
leaves fall off trees.
Leaves outside are growing,
inside lies a coffin with a man, so small,
compared to the tree outside.
This next piece is meant to be symbolic, I named it Divorce, so hopefully that gives you insight to what is going on. Again, not much rhyming :P
The wind was still as a man walked down a gravel road,
a spot of makeup had stained his shoulder,
and a drop of tear fell from his cheek.
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