03-08-2013, 03:40 AM
What do ya think? This is the first thing I've written so go easy 
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Folded sheets deliver the heat
As Iris wiggles the toes to his feet
A breeze brushes against his damp cheek
Opened eyes to white washed walls of an old fleet
Realize then all you know is what you see
Half of what you see is an old mans dream
But they say to each is their own and your no leach
As a fish on a line flops and breaks free
Lays stranded on foreign shores he soon starts to reek
Iris gasps for air which never seems to wanna breach
Flailing arms he tries to reach
Folds his arms to feel the thump
To the beat of his left drum
So he manages to hum
While he shuffles his feet and twiddles his thumbs
Looks up to the sky to see threatened black clouds
As rain starts to pellet down
So he gives a one handed salute with soggy socks and ripped up boots
Then goes to fetch his one manned canoe
Off to the distance Iris sees
The white capped ripple of swirling seas
So he takes what he needs and heads up to the roof
Where he'll hide and scream to the sight of vicious blue and floating plastic figurines
As the thunder and lightin begins to crack
Iris opens his eyes to the nightmare he did contract
Looks around to the sight of white washed walls of an old mans retreat
To sit and think a thousand ways to fill a head which always remained empty
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Folded sheets deliver the heat
As Iris wiggles the toes to his feet
A breeze brushes against his damp cheek
Opened eyes to white washed walls of an old fleet
Realize then all you know is what you see
Half of what you see is an old mans dream
But they say to each is their own and your no leach
As a fish on a line flops and breaks free
Lays stranded on foreign shores he soon starts to reek
Iris gasps for air which never seems to wanna breach
Flailing arms he tries to reach
Folds his arms to feel the thump
To the beat of his left drum
So he manages to hum
While he shuffles his feet and twiddles his thumbs
Looks up to the sky to see threatened black clouds
As rain starts to pellet down
So he gives a one handed salute with soggy socks and ripped up boots
Then goes to fetch his one manned canoe
Off to the distance Iris sees
The white capped ripple of swirling seas
So he takes what he needs and heads up to the roof
Where he'll hide and scream to the sight of vicious blue and floating plastic figurines
As the thunder and lightin begins to crack
Iris opens his eyes to the nightmare he did contract
Looks around to the sight of white washed walls of an old mans retreat
To sit and think a thousand ways to fill a head which always remained empty