by Charlotte Marks | Mar 12, 2012 | Poetry
War is a dark green It smells like a burning bullet zooming past your face War tastes like a sour plum tickling your throat It sounds like a volcano erupting right in front of your eyes It feels like sandpaper being rubbed on your body War lives in the middle of a...
by Charlotte Marks | Nov 9, 2011 | Poetry
Bombs go boom and lights are flashing People screaming and things are smashing! Will I live or will I die? I am strong I will not cry! The sludge is thick and really muddy, The place here is really bloody! People live and people die I am strong I will not cry! I am as...
