Reject
Shadow Knight
Disclaimer: No. I don't.
~
In these velvet dreams of mine,
I've lost all sense of feeling.
The darkness is all that ever waits,
Only then do I hear the screaming.
My eyes are open in the dark,
Yet, I'm seeing nothing here.
My mind is locked in the past.
Where I'm forever awake in fear.
Every moment I hear a gun,
My heart skips a beat.
They're coming, I know, they're coming fast.
That cold, dreaded fleet.
Clack!
Mother holds my hand tightly now,
Their boots are near the door.
Here we're waiting for what will come,
We're huddled together on the floor.
Father grasps my mother,
His eyes still and hard.
Courage keeps him still,
His honor yet to be marred.
Crash!
Their breaking in, their fists are pounding.
Sweat's running down my spine.
How long must we suffer now?
Until they have crossed the line.
Mother, please stop crying,
Everything will be all right.
Father will protect us.
The future will be bright.
. . . .
Now it's gone all dark,
My mother's hand is gone.
She's lost to me, my father too,
I've risen to a bloody dawn.
They took 'em away,
Separated them from me.
Behind a barbwire gate,
They will forever be.
Tears burn in my eyes,
But they wont fall.
Numbers tattooed in my arm
Remind me of their gall.
As a man, I forgive them now,
I feel no love, I feel no hate.
They are no longer in my heart,
For, my sorrow, they do not sate.
Forever more, I roam the world,
Prejudice, being all it projects.
For once when I was a young boy,
I was known as an ethnic reject.
~
*NOTES!*
Well. . . .That was interesting, no? 0_o. . . .I can't say I really figured out where that popped out from yet. I knew that I wanted to write a poem for Eric, or better known as Magneto, but I didn't really know where to start. Suddenly, WHAM, it's here, and I'm still trying to figure out how. Ah well. I like it, so I'm happy. ^_^
------R.---- I followed your advice and tried to make it rhyme less. What do you think? Yes, I know that poems don't all have to rhyme, but I like rhyming for some reason. It helps me be carried along with the poem. But yes, what you said was true, I was rhyming a bit too much and it did limit me on what I could say. Thank you for your bit of advice. It helped me try a new style and make a new kind of poem style for myself.
-----Wicked Lady---- Yes, I know my poems are sad. But, in this I'm trying to portray all the emotions that the characters hide. Not all of them are going to be happy. That's where I got my title "Truth." As for Bobby, well, I might consider doing a poem for him, but I can't guarantee it will be too happy, but I'll try to make it not too depressing. Kay? ^_^
------The Scribe----- Well, I might do a Kitty poem, but it definitely wont be next. I'll think about that Amara/Bobby poem, but the only problem is that they still haven't really developed the newer characters "character" yet. But I'll think about it. ^_^
------Jade Starr-------Well, thank you. ^_^ I appreciate such wonderful reviews from you and everyone. As for your Logan request. . . .yeah. . . I think that will be next. ^_~
*MORE NOTES*
I tried a different style where I didn't rhyme so much. It actually turned out well, I thought. Basically, the theme of this poem comes from the fact that Magneto is Jewish. In many comics and such, there have been scenes where he is separated from his family in the Holocaust period. Most family members were never reunited when they were separated based on age, sex, and health. So, in this, I wanted to show that Magneto was separated from his family as in comics and in the X-Men movie. Of course, we don't know if he truly ever forgave those who separated his family from him, but I just presumed.
Hope you guys enjoyed it. Please review if you liked it, didn't, or just feel like you could be ever so pleasant and review! ^_^
Ciao. ^_~
Shadow Knight
Disclaimer: No. I don't.
~
In these velvet dreams of mine,
I've lost all sense of feeling.
The darkness is all that ever waits,
Only then do I hear the screaming.
My eyes are open in the dark,
Yet, I'm seeing nothing here.
My mind is locked in the past.
Where I'm forever awake in fear.
Every moment I hear a gun,
My heart skips a beat.
They're coming, I know, they're coming fast.
That cold, dreaded fleet.
Clack!
Mother holds my hand tightly now,
Their boots are near the door.
Here we're waiting for what will come,
We're huddled together on the floor.
Father grasps my mother,
His eyes still and hard.
Courage keeps him still,
His honor yet to be marred.
Crash!
Their breaking in, their fists are pounding.
Sweat's running down my spine.
How long must we suffer now?
Until they have crossed the line.
Mother, please stop crying,
Everything will be all right.
Father will protect us.
The future will be bright.
. . . .
Now it's gone all dark,
My mother's hand is gone.
She's lost to me, my father too,
I've risen to a bloody dawn.
They took 'em away,
Separated them from me.
Behind a barbwire gate,
They will forever be.
Tears burn in my eyes,
But they wont fall.
Numbers tattooed in my arm
Remind me of their gall.
As a man, I forgive them now,
I feel no love, I feel no hate.
They are no longer in my heart,
For, my sorrow, they do not sate.
Forever more, I roam the world,
Prejudice, being all it projects.
For once when I was a young boy,
I was known as an ethnic reject.
~
*NOTES!*
Well. . . .That was interesting, no? 0_o. . . .I can't say I really figured out where that popped out from yet. I knew that I wanted to write a poem for Eric, or better known as Magneto, but I didn't really know where to start. Suddenly, WHAM, it's here, and I'm still trying to figure out how. Ah well. I like it, so I'm happy. ^_^
------R.---- I followed your advice and tried to make it rhyme less. What do you think? Yes, I know that poems don't all have to rhyme, but I like rhyming for some reason. It helps me be carried along with the poem. But yes, what you said was true, I was rhyming a bit too much and it did limit me on what I could say. Thank you for your bit of advice. It helped me try a new style and make a new kind of poem style for myself.
-----Wicked Lady---- Yes, I know my poems are sad. But, in this I'm trying to portray all the emotions that the characters hide. Not all of them are going to be happy. That's where I got my title "Truth." As for Bobby, well, I might consider doing a poem for him, but I can't guarantee it will be too happy, but I'll try to make it not too depressing. Kay? ^_^
------The Scribe----- Well, I might do a Kitty poem, but it definitely wont be next. I'll think about that Amara/Bobby poem, but the only problem is that they still haven't really developed the newer characters "character" yet. But I'll think about it. ^_^
------Jade Starr-------Well, thank you. ^_^ I appreciate such wonderful reviews from you and everyone. As for your Logan request. . . .yeah. . . I think that will be next. ^_~
*MORE NOTES*
I tried a different style where I didn't rhyme so much. It actually turned out well, I thought. Basically, the theme of this poem comes from the fact that Magneto is Jewish. In many comics and such, there have been scenes where he is separated from his family in the Holocaust period. Most family members were never reunited when they were separated based on age, sex, and health. So, in this, I wanted to show that Magneto was separated from his family as in comics and in the X-Men movie. Of course, we don't know if he truly ever forgave those who separated his family from him, but I just presumed.
Hope you guys enjoyed it. Please review if you liked it, didn't, or just feel like you could be ever so pleasant and review! ^_^
Ciao. ^_~