Poems from Poetic Herpies
Hey, call me Gerry. Well i am a junior at my school. I can't say my english is well. However, i really do want to become an english teacher. It has always been my best subject. Well anyways, i am 17, play guitar and love expressing my views about life.
Out in space.
My thoughts cannot be reached.
Out in space.
My life is enriched.
Out in space.
My body is numb.
Out in space.
My mind is a...
I write a poem.
Grab my guitar.
Play a tune.
See if it goes far.
This is my hobbie.
Not a bad one.
I want to share it with somebody,
Is...
My hero doesn't wear a cape.
My hero, no, she's not in shape.
My hero is not always there.
But when my hero is, i tell her all i can share...
Standing in the front lines.
With my gun by my side
Here, to simply break the ties.
Just a soilder, consumed by lies.
Years of training i...
A black alley in front of me.
A black alley is all i see.
Nightmares of my forgot past.
Poisoned air, deadly gas.
Deadly dreams are taking...