Tuesday, November 29, 2005

A Friendly Superpower

He sensed me. Happy I was. But,
He went away to another friend,
My brain cells started to shut,
Friendship came, at last, to an end.

Next day, he sensed my aggression,
Alert he was, but no question,
Neither suggestion,
Hence, I saw his depression.

He talked to me,
As if asking for forgiveness,
Trying to calm me,
For me he was pointless.

He begged even more,
For he was shocked and scared,
I squashed his head to the floor,
Even though he wasn’t prepared.

I am not mad,
Because I and scientists are alike,
I am not bad,
Because I’m similar to the Third Reich.

He ran along the pavement,
I imprisoned him in a tower,
For he was my enslavement,
Now I become a superpower.

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This poem is a bit weird and motasha2em. The reason is because I wrote it when I had my destructive lessons of english. In these lessons we had to read an anthology, which had loads of poems talking about destruptive characters >_<

2 comments:

pinkie said...

mashalla 3leek i wish i could write this good! el2bdaa3 may6la3 ela wagt eldrasa ;p hehe

Bu Thyab said...

LoOoOoOoL... thnx for commenting, and that's exactly true, most things that came up was during my study in school >_<

I remember writing a story when i was in grade 7 (my first story) it was called "Blood Around the World" <<< 2awannek 3ad :p

bas it was funny and so 6a5 =D