Whee! I started writing poetry again!
"Past The Bear General" 11/9/06
These legs move without meaning,
They wander ever-so aimlessly,
But as long as they carry me,
Past the bear general,
I know I might be fine,
I think that it will be hard though,
For these legs to be so strong,
Cause the bear general, he sings a nasty song,
And while he sings, his fangs become exposed,
His pupils cease to exist,
And someone must endure his raging fists,
Knowing this, these legs still move...
What if I make it past him?
What will become of me then?
The bear general, he remains in our heads,
Hiding in the dark under our beds,
How can these legs kick what they cannot see?
Will the bear general ever come out from me?
These legs move without meaning,
They wander ever so aimlessly,
Maybe they can't carry me,
Past the bear general,
He'll be with me for all time.
- <.<,
natasha.
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