UntitledI once lived in a small village. It was peaceful, pleasent and a quiet place. If you were quiet enough you could could hear the music of flutes, ocarinas and the soft singing of children drift through the air.
The houses were decorated with the prettiest of pink, red, purple and white flowers. Children and dogs would play on the hills and the elders would tell stories about brave knights, fierce dragons, creatures of the night, powerful wizards and kind little creatures that flutterd around and granted people good luck.
Even in times of storm or war, we still banded together and helped each other out. We would craft mythical creatures and small game pieces with wood and explore the forest with out children.
It was perfect, and now I watch the village from above, hearing the children's songs no more and seeing ashes, ruin and the bones that were once mine.
an insane look of loveShe had hair, like that of a waterfall of blood
Eyes like the bluest of blue seas, with charcoal in the center
Nails that seemed to shine like stars, in the blackest of voids
A voice that was sweet and fragile, but also bitter and cold
She was the creation of a demon and an angel.
He had a face of pale snow
Eyes that seemed to see through ones soul
And clothes stained with blood as if it were punch
And a knife, although worn, still shone like that of a firefly
He is the definition of insanity.
These two should’ve never met
For chaos would follow one
And death would soon follow the other.
spring break poemI lie in the grass
with the sun on my face
watching clouds roll by
at their own slow pace
I look at the sun
blinding my eyes
a bird glides
across the clear skies
I take a walk
across a field of green
speckled with white flowers
like I'm in a dream
I have nothing to do
for these two long weeks
no school, no work, no visiting family
as I live these days fealing very bleak.
Dark poems vol. 1Just a few poems I made of the top of my head, and a few that I remember writing a while ago.
I witness the glow
I feel the heat on my face
I feel a pain I've never felt before
nor will I feel again
I watch as I see others gathered around
To watch the pain and misery
of my burning alive.
I want to jump
tears are falling from my face
only the tears land
With no one
tears well in my eyes
but, there is no one to calm me
I stumble and limp over to my room
Although there is no one there to join me
I flop on my bed
without anybody there to be with
I wish the day never happened
I curse my killer.
in the middle of the night
not very comfortable
wishing I could go back to sleep
I hear a whisper
From behind my head
I turn and look
To see a wall
I feel a hand touch my shoulder
I look around
and see it was nothing
nothing, but a rat
I brush it off
I hear a voice
"that wasn't nice,