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I wrote this in English class. We're doing poems and we had split off into groups and I got put with some people who had decided that they won't put much effort. I think some of my class sucks a**. It's about Brian Jones' descent into the water. My point on his watery death. I do like how I had gotten it out and how it had ended up molding together in my head. It's kinda sad that he ended up dying that way.
Poem time.
"The Sun Bleached Hair"
The cursed bleached sun hair
floating like the sun,
circled by the dust of then fools.
The streams of grimy fingers,
smothering laughter with watery fire
but not red.
Water composes murder.
A rare glimpse of that sun fades,
nothing more or less.
The life escapes the sun.
The Gardner plants the sun.
Deeper in the waters where no rainbow
of colors can see him.
Will they smile for the cursed sun?
It sinks, deceitful maiden of the dark
water lures him with a kiss.
Come back, brave warrior.
The surface cries for it's sun
but is lured by the chlorine maiden.
Those watery serpents compete for the soul.
Water drips from the fingers.
They want the eternal flame.
The soul is weakened,
the spiritual battle.
The cold dream.
The plunge of water.
Rampant and sinking.
Glimpses of blond bleached blue.
Carried under the falls to meet the others.
They've chosen you today, brave one.
The pool harbors the sun.
Out of that destruction
do you find peace?
Away from it.
Murky fingers pluck no more.
The little toy soldier released from
the fish's belly.
Bleached sun hair arises.
Leaving nothing to find something.
The ones who watched had waved
Carried by it's candle from those
grubby fingers that lurk for it's soul.
The sun shines bright as it descends
to the heavens.
Yep. I do believe that I like that one. I think that I am proud of that one.
Currently listening to "Midnight Rambler" by The Rolling Stones.
