Not sure what I think yet.


Transtormation

Rest, wind, thundered plain
A graveled lot, washed-out rain
Boy, boy, sit down now
The pain, I know- the pain.
Rest, rain, lightening spark
A sound-proof room and vivid dark
Boy, boy, quiet down now
The pain, I know- the pain.

Reel, twirl, rave about
Stomp, stammer, scream, shout
Boy, boy, carry on now
To us it's all the same
Reel, stagger, trip, fall
Hands, knees, come, crawl
Boy, dear boy, come here boy
Your master calls your name

Thunder, lightning, knives, guns
The darkness of a thousand suns
Man, killer, fight for freedom
See what they did to you?
Slash, stab, shoot, kill
Don't stop until you've had your fill
Boy, let it out, boy, boy
The pain, I know... the pain.




Poetry by Morgan Cellohead
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Written on 2011-02-11 at 05:43

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bluebackpack
This needs to be made into a song =)
2011-02-16


Baskenmütze
scaryyyy
and dark
and ahhh
I like the idea that we might have been given the same topic to write on, and came out with such completely different poems.
=) I just realized what the title actually says, which makes your poem not really the same topic, and I like this interpretation even better.
2011-02-11


Nick Matherne
This was an excellent read. (I just noticed the little question above this box that says, "How was the read?"--I don't think I have ever noticed it before)

Either way--there is a lot of passion in this poem and I like how you take all of these short simple ideas and weave an evokative poem. You can really feel the

Perhaps this
Answers an
Interesting question
Now posed as to the stat of our
___fellow men around the globe.

Good work!
2011-02-11