Dimka Blackrose's blog: "my poetry"

one day i went outside to look at the sky all the clouds where white,but one was black it started to turn in to shape of a unicorn a black unicron Oh,how beatiful this creature is it moved like the wind and cutting though the clouds like they were paper It's foot steps where the sounds of thunder and with each step like flashing lighting Oh, my beatiful unicorn set me free,from the bonds of hate and let me go to heaven,so i can run as free as my black unicorn Teshanna Stephens Copyright ©2008 Teshanna Stephens

Here lies fallen angels dead on the ground Their spirits stand there looking all round If you go to spot You'll see a mound and you'll feel their presences As the days go by people come to mourn Those that show respect are adorn let the memories never fade Every time you look upon the mound Just remember its all right to shed a tear As the pain fills inside and hurts it wont go a way The anger we shall not hide it These you remember the american pride. People in the world remember all around That here lies a fallen angels dead on the ground Teshanna Kathleen Stephens Copyright ©2008 Teshanna Kathleen Stephens