Whiteboard
Ceremony For Those Who Survived.
Mother of 5 sons.
2 of which, fell on the battlefield.
We recevived medals covered in blood,
Pinned upon Uniforms stained with grief.
Lets observe a minute of silence......
And Now For Some Useless Introduction......
Thats my MATH teacher.
AND, thats us!
Pretty neat huh.
Don't we look like her sons?
-Told You It Was Useless-
Scribbled onto the Whiteboard on
Thursday, August 31, 2006
10:07 PM
I'm never gonna be your star
I'll pick up the pieces
to mend my heart
strange that I was wrong enough
to think you'd love me too......
Scribbled onto the Whiteboard on
Thursday, August 17, 2006
10:45 PM
It hurts to keep it in.
It denies itself to be ever seen.
Yet it yearns to break free,
Forcing me on bended knee
But i hold it back awhile,
Hiding behind an empty smile
Lies a tale that seems so clear,
Dead and frozen in an empty tear.
Scribbled onto the Whiteboard on
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
11:51 PM
Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
HOW I WISH IT WAS ALL A LIE.
Scribbled onto the Whiteboard on
Friday, August 4, 2006
5:22 PM
DJustin
Justin
18th December 1989
Ngee Ann Polytechnic
zs_9457@hotmail.com
