Thursday, March 19, 2009

The Level

Shining like blue beams was the city we love.

A top towers and rockets was the city above

After we being torn from the sky we know

We shot laughter and scorn towards the city below


And launched 117 feet to the city above

Killing hours of play as a labor of love

We saw where the water falls would flow

on the crystal caverns of the city below


Upon finding only enemy!s in the city of love

And grunting at the slopes in the highlands above

We latched on banshees to where the winds won’t blow

And plunged through the darkness towards the city below

2 comments:

Gerald Galindez said...

hi there old friend.. ^_^ how our writing...

ekhosama said...

Hey Gerald, what's up? I haven't been writing because of college and it's getting hard (Bio major). Plus, I can't get into writing like I used to. I would usually go into this certain mood and my brain would automatically write poetry. Now all I can do is post old poems I've written.