No. 91

So this is another one of those colorful ones. One comment... did i have an online thing with that Paulina girl? Oh crap, did i?

iwillspontaneouslycombust (2005-06-08): "aww, danny that was so good. i am SO jealous, like i wish i could write still. but, i cant.

:'(

i love you."

Modified: Thu 27 May 2004 06:19:10 PM EDT
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/1933884/1/Welcome (06-07-05)

Welcome

Don’t call it hate or call it sad,
It isn’t death and it isn’t fear.
Don’t call the cops, on what you hear,
It’s not so big but very near.
Its growing here and there and all around,
It sits there hanging in the air.
The smell of flesh
Fresh and clear,
On the ground scattered pulled-out hair,
You are welcome to this lair,
Of hanging children, everywhere...

Next one, zero reviews!

Modified: Sat 16 Oct 2004 11:59:30 PM EDT
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/1933887/1/Tonight (06-07-05)

tonight
a fire will rise
that will be seen through every man's eyes
it will burn and grow through each of our hearts
you hear it now,
the fire,
it starts.
It tears us down
and rips us apart
in the flames we will drown
and then a new sin will start.

Two comments on this next one. I'm pretty sure it was written for school.

flobbin (2005-06-08): "yay trees! tasty poem. too true. last time i hugged a pine i got sap in my hair. but that will all be better when i shave my head"
kiwitastrophy (2005-08-27): "That makes me grimace in the too true of it. I wanna kiss a tree."

Not sure why robin posten anonymously there. Or pseudoanonymously.

Yeah this was written for school. My local copy says:

Danny P.

5-6-04

Sec. 2

In the upper right hand corner. 

Modified:  Fri 07 May 2004 05:08:12 PM EDT

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/1933889/1/Surrounding_Green (06-07-05)

Surrounding Green

They stand tall like soldiers of green and brown.

The air is still but full of life.

Leaves rustle and I smell the distant scent of fresh pine,

As a barely noticeable breeze blows.

Birds chirp and life is everywhere,

But then it all stops.

The air hangs silent,

You feel something coming.

Rumbling.

You hear the groaning and moaning of the machines.

The ground shakes and the flapping of wings turns you around.

The birds fly past you and you see them.

They have come for the surrounding green.