Thursday, May 19, 2005
Thoughts
"Imagine Blue"
Imagine blues finger on the trigger
Imagine blue when he realizes the meaning of life
When he pulls his finger and says goodbye.
Blue tried so hard but it didn’t seem to matter every day just seemed to get worse
At every turn there stood monsters he couldn’t seem to escape.
Blue wrote and drew with his blood and tears
He wanted to make something beautiful,
Something every one could love,
Something he would die for.
Endless nights he ached, he would say,” I will show them something great.”
But no matter how much he clawed he never seemed to get far
When one lonely day he finally had made something worth dying for.
Imagine blues finger on the trigger
Imagine blue when he realizes the meaning of life
When he pulls his finger and says goodbye.
Opionin
This poem was actually from a assignment my english teacher gave me but I really liked how it came out so I thought I would share it.
"Imagine Blue"
Imagine blues finger on the trigger
Imagine blue when he realizes the meaning of life
When he pulls his finger and says goodbye.
Blue tried so hard but it didn’t seem to matter every day just seemed to get worse
At every turn there stood monsters he couldn’t seem to escape.
Blue wrote and drew with his blood and tears
He wanted to make something beautiful,
Something every one could love,
Something he would die for.
Endless nights he ached, he would say,” I will show them something great.”
But no matter how much he clawed he never seemed to get far
When one lonely day he finally had made something worth dying for.
Imagine blues finger on the trigger
Imagine blue when he realizes the meaning of life
When he pulls his finger and says goodbye.
Opionin
This poem was actually from a assignment my english teacher gave me but I really liked how it came out so I thought I would share it.
