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 Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 1:44 am
Well i guess i should add somethings that i have done
Poem 1
Within my darkness
i see a light
I grab my Sins
and hold them tight
To know oneself
and wiegh all your deeds
be them kind
or made by greed
cherish the good
and keep the wrong
tight inside
where they belong
judge yourself
before you judge another
as to know yourself
is to know your brother
hope you like
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 3:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 1:32 am
Ty biggrin
Poem 2
Though you turn
Don’t look away
For in my heart
you will stay
Though dark may be
My finest hour
Without you here
I've lost my power
When the sky
Turns a lighter shade
I feel my life
Begin to fade
now i stand here
within this light
I’m but a shadow
in your Sight
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 11:09 am
I like this one too biggrin
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 11:35 am
this is my first attempt at a story, it's not finished yet. I'll add more when i complete each part
Story 1
A Survivor
It came with the sound of fire, arrows burning the village. “Take him Run” a voice shouted as the sounds of marching drew near. Screams echoed throughout the town as the innocent where slaughtered callously. Over the screams a baby cried within his mothers arms, “Hush my son you’ll not be taken this night” she said cloaked in darkness. The woman watched as her neighbours where cut down but her instinct told her that she must keep her child safe.
The woman turned to the forest and ran baby crying unaware of the pain those around him where suffering. “There” a voice bellowed. The woman looked to see a knight draw his bow. The woman turned as the Knight took aim “I call you friend take my son” she whispered to the night as she knew her fate. The arrow struck through the heart as a white unicorn appeared by her side, “my son may this ring help you remember your heritage” wrapping a ring around his neck with string. The woman placed her child upon the beast and it ran of into the forest. The woman clutched the cloth she had wrapped her child in and fell into eternal slumber.
The white unicorn wandered into a field where it began to slow and looked into the moonlight as a band of men gathered around it “keep him safe” a voice echoed and the unicorn faded away into lights that flickered into the sky, The child lay still as the eldest man picked him up, and looked at the boy’s forehead, there a small lump glowed in the moonlight. The man handed the child to his love who rocked he boy gently to sleep.
Childhood
The boy grew up unaware of the night his new family found him. The boy scratched his hand and turned the ring on his middle finger, why must I wear this, a lone wolf wandered next to the boy “hello my friend” the boy whispered gently hugging the animal. The boy and the wolf headed back to the camp where his family had set up for the coming months.
“He’s a demon” a man shouted at the elder “we should kill him” people began to argue as the boy and wolf stayed and listened from afar. “The boy is a demon the horn on his head proves it” A woman cried above the voices, “quite” the elder bellowed “are ways do not permit the killing of innocent lives especially children” the elder turned angry about them wanting to kill his step son, “if you all fear him so then upon return he will be exiled” the elder turned and went inside a hut.
The boy began to cry, why did they hate him, the boy turned and ran into the plains towards the great cliffs unaware he was going towards sacred grounds.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 1:38 pm
I read this the other day, its realy good, keep the story going. xd
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 1:43 pm
thankue i'm glad you like my writings so far.
i guess you can tell who the charecter in the story is smile i've was planning to start it sooner but i didn't have enough free time
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 7:40 pm
the itchy forehead story reminds me of FLCL a bit
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 2:47 pm
Poem 3
Here I stand, in this crowd
Feeling each and every stare
Though if not there looks
Their words alone
Make me wish I wasn’t there
A raise of voices
Their pointing fingers
All look in my direction
So I turn and flee
In fear of the aggression
When I stop, to catch a breath
I quickly glance behind
Here I’m safe
My tears fall
Not even my friend was kind
thought I'd post something new here since I havn't in quite some time
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 8:14 am
That is so good I had chills. It remeinded me of a few past events.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 2:38 am
I appologise if it brought up made you remeber some bad events you'd rather not have remembered.
sometimes I write my poems on how something has made me feel this is one of them
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 9:20 am
When I read pomes and they hit home, I know someone else shares the same things I have, or am going through.
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