Poetry

G-Fry's Poems

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Tuesday, April 15, 2003
 
Daydreams
Dropping through the whistling air,
The ground rising with an icy stare,
It tuns to water as I dive through,
And my body slowly turns to glue.

Spreading and sticking to everything I touch,
I spread just a bit too much,
And explode, like a bursting star,
My light spreading across planets far.

One ray soars through an azure atmostphere,
And attacks a child sitting there.
And so I wake, and heave a sigh,
For it's only nine fifty-five.



 
Well, it turns out you can't put pictures onto a blog. I'm prolly gonna set up a thinger on some other page, iunno. It'll get done.....ish. I decided, meh, I already made it, might as well do something with this thing. I'm gonna put my poetry in here...whatever I just type or actually think through. That's about it. I guess.

Prosin', yosen.
G-Fry



 
Greetings. This is the page I'm gonna try and get my room pics on. No clue if it'll work....but we're gonna give it a go.

Let's do this.
G-Fry