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Fallen angelThe fallen angel of war,
with her dress of pure black,
laying now upon the floor,
after the apocalyptic attack
Her skin so pale,
her body crying blood,
taken from her grail,
after the great dark flood
They flocked her
the beasts of death
the sword of the ruler
taking away her last breath
The beasts, unknown
no ounce of remorse
attacking her in a giant cyclone
with all their great force
they ran from the field
but unable to flee
as their fate was now sealed
they were no longer free
The beast of war appeared
the ultimate lord!
with his great shining beard
and his epic sword
He massacred the demons
the sword like fire
and swore to his legions
her life will not expire
Darknessthe darkness is hear
the night so cold
believing no fear
forgetting what's told
I'm walking alone,
roaming that street
sick to the bone
from all that dead meat
I just want freedom,
but no one will help
falling towards boredom
but never a yelp
the sun braking through
but still no hope,
feeling so blue
I really can't cope
I head back home
I'm scared, frightened,
I can see the dome!
my life has brightened
but just remembered,
no one's there
there all dismembered,
they didn't care..
they are coming
the zombies near
I can hear the drumming
I can't handle the fear
running for my life
just running fast,
the bitter strife
I know it's my last
they jumped me,
pulled me under,
maybe by three
it felt like thunder
shoe poem, converseI love your shoe
I know you do to
It sits there so cute
Much better than your boot
Its such a great red
Like the sheets of my bed
And the laces so colorful
They feel so faithful
They are amazingly clean
Oh and a stripe of green!
Without a scratch it sits
Without dirt, without bits
Where did you buy them from?
I have to buy some!
ALL STAR!! Converse!
They must be your universe
Do you ever wear them?
They shine like a gem!!
You do? SERIOUS
Oh yes, a bit of wear, oblivious
I hope you have a lovely walk
Just don't give them a knock
I really want a pair
But i know it wouldn't be fair
AmaranthineCast your dreams
To your body's tide
When your mind opens wide
All things end
Yet there's no goodbyes
From within your own eyes
Master.My mind, my master.
My heart, a disaster.
Life's not going anywhere,
but it's definitely getting faster.
JigsawI am a puzzle
Each piece is a part of my life
Its one that takes decades to finish
It doesnt happen over night.
Each piece of the puzzle contributes to who i am
But its more than an image, you see
Alone its just a simple aspect
But put it all together, and you have me
Some are small, but so dear to my heart
Others are jagged and feel like they dont fit
Some might be tough to place, but never quit
Heres to all the pieces, no matter where they are
The good times,
The bad times,
The stories for every scar.
They might seem disastrous when they fall into our lives,
But its what make me, me
One piece at a time
The pieces for passion
The ones for never giving up
The ones for falling in love with music
The ones for finding happiness in pain
For the times laughing until you cry,
Playing guitar until your fingers bleed,
For loving what you do and what it does for you,
For never questioning your beliefs
For the times you learnt the hard way,
The hardships youve came by,
The times you thought you
Reverting BackFalling again from the cliffs of victory,
Reverting back to the old ways,
In such a fast pace
From our last place…
Why did it take so long for us
To realize our loneliness for good?
Maybe it is how we should
Live our lives.
No one expects a miracle to come true,
No one expects everyone to find me and you,
No one understands all that we've been through,
And no one believes in what we are going to do.
To feel for us there is no reason,
Or at least we do not know,
These winds are foreign,
Towards us they never blow.
To say goodbye to love we’re ready,
To enjoy our hearts beat slow and steady,
Away from pain, away from theft
And there are still so many colors left.
What do I write?I don't know what to write.
There's so much on my mind,
So many things that could take flight!
But I don't know what to write.
I could talk about inadequacy.
How I was lazy and immature and didn't listen in school.
How I don't have much vocab and my grammar is as useful as a broken tool.
How I don't write much because I'm afraid of appearing as a fool.
I could speak on inadequacy.
Then there's always anger.
How people say I'm good at art when all I see is a twelve year old's lines.
How my freedom is restricted and I'm just confined to two places.
How my friends don't respond and I sit here in stasis.
Yeah. I could write about anger.
But how about guilt?
How I've been such a asshole to my family in recent months.
How I've not stayed in touch with the friends who're living in hell.
How I screw up often and end up hating myself and not leaving my shell.
I don't know.
Maybe I just care too much.
How far gone?Just because there's words
Doesn't mean there's a thought behind them.
(The slate was wiped clean.)
Just because my eyes are open
Doesn't mean I'm awake.
(I fell asleep long ago.)
I may be hearing
But that doesn't mean I'm listening.
(I've tuned into another station frequency.)
I may have been touched
But that doesn't mean I feel.
(I'm long past numb.)
Though I eat
I shan't taste.
(The food has been bland since before this.)
I wouldn't want to wake up.
(Your world is terrifying.)
My mind's eyes are completely closed
I like where I am.
(My world is nice. My world is safe. They can't get to me here.)
I'm in my bubble.
How far gone am I?
I can't take
All the pain I see.
(It shouldn't effect me.)
I feel like screaming
At the world.
(As if that would do anything.)
It's like torture
(Because I can't help you. I don't know how.)
So I'm hurting.
(I feel lost, you're always my constant.)
What do I do?
How can I help you?
(Please don't go! I need yo
Writing at OxfordBetween the dusty pages of
drunken novellas and tragic plays,
a small ferret creeps and a young girl strays.
Enticed by a fantasy mirror and
lightly cut by a subtle blade,
the fabrics between worlds gently part
and literature is new and made.
A delicate array of alternate ideas
welded together within the parchment of a book.
Be careful how far you peer between
the never-ending lines of flowing ink.
Beware of your ever changing daemons and
ensure you don’t fall for their trick.
For they would have you think that
there is nothing more behind these shelves.
The truths they do hastily conceal as
there is more than you could ever believe.
Keep your friends closer, your enemies closer still.
You’ll never know where you may meet as
you hide behind your wandering quill.
On Wax WingsSpeak not softly
of your troubled fate
Huddled late, cross at the
Loss of doubled rates
Prostitute your sorrows
til the morrow can't come
Mind: scant and numb,
You borrowed some horrors
For you to Tell, See, Believe
Starve her beastly cheap when she's deceived,
Upheaved and ruptured,
As you yet corrupt her,
Leave her upstirred in life's broken structures
Who ever said you can see beyond the sun?
Beyond the moon, the sword, and beyond the gun?
Who ever claimed you could walk the seven seas
Through heaven's fire and through its dreaded breeze?
And thread with ease a Gordian knot at whim, known,
While playing your accordion hot with prim tones,
and prone to the thoughts of the world before you
Kneel, adore you to the core you deplore through?
Prostitute your every degradation
Blame it all off with prevarication
Declare with patience that you just can't face it
Deny your dishonesty, then embrace it
You harmed me,
Lied, defied, denied
And tried to get by
on wax wings to fly too high
candyfloss poemcandyfloss, pure sugar
soft as a lover
and sweet like chocolate
raises the mood like a rocket
as colorful as the rainbow
or as simple as pure snow
no matter what, its enjoyed
even though you can be annoyed
upon the rain falling
the sugar ball starts calling
as it slowing dissolves away
a sudden and sticky decay
but the feel on your tongue
the warm sugar clung
feeling so young and free
i know you agree
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