- Pictures - Tuesday, November 06, 2007 Beatle Baby in the darkness Feet are mushing over wetness Heart is pounding chills and heavy Gray stones breaking through the ivy Darkness pressing wet and chilly Thick and sticky, cold and willy Watching over past and aching Wishing that his heart was breaking Wandering through the misty slush bank Whispers tickling, chilling, thrilling Glances shot bright from dark corners Hands sliding off his slender shoulders Crumpling over, tears are falling Chilly wind voices are calling Cap pulled down over his eyes He rests his hand upon your thighs The darkness chills but lets you in With the gentle touch of dead Saint Jin.

posted by Kick-butt soccer star @ 6:44 PM 5 Comments: At 10:17 PM,  Unknown said... that is lovely i know what it means, even though i don't know what its talking about now *that* takes talent. lovely.   At 8:16 AM,  Ruthie said... wow. i wish i had the ability to write poetry like that... i get the pictures but i don't get what it means or what its talking about....   At 4:41 PM,  Kick-butt soccer star said... haha i actually dont have a good explanation for this here pome. well in creative writing class, we had a prompt to write something about a picture we were given. i got a picture of a young man (who looked surprisingly like a Beatle) who was sitting in a graveyard with his head in his hands...and there was a ghost of an old man in a cap who was putting his hand on his shoulder while he was crying. its a great picsha   At 2:05 PM,  Unknown said... haha willy =P   At 3:36 AM,  molly said... no way, anna, i was thinking JUST that! but seriously, good (and kinda disturbing) like all good poetry!   Post a Comment << Home