My Poem

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Waiting
There he sat waiting in the rain
Waiting for me to come to him
He had his arms out waiting for me to warm him
I tried to shout out the wind muffled my screams
He stood waiting in the rain waiting for me
I tried to run to him something held me back
Something firm and something strong
[flash=]POP[/flash] I screamed in agony
I fell and all I saw was blackness



P.S. My first poem don't judge me
~Chanta~




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hush, my sweet
these tornadoes are for you


-Richard Siken


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does that mean that its good spark?
~Chanta~



The tools of conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosions and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices; to be found only in the minds of men. For the record, prejudices can kill, and suspicions can destroy. A thoughtless, frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all of its own.
— Rod Serling, Twilight Zone