Out of time
I just wrote this poem because I wanted to try doing poems and its nice to write about things which are utterly confusing. Please R&R I might do more poems. By the way the cries of agony filled with plaque is just saying there cries are filled with agony and pain (plaque=pain, get it?)
Wind or Darkness
Inside my mind is just pitch black
Every time I search I'm blind. The cries of agony filled with plaque That's why I tend to stay out of my mind.
Those cries have to be from someone. The cry seems to scream and panic Then the sound of the gun I swear this is all going to turn me manic.
All these mixed up sounds. They don't make any sense at all All this time have I been out of bounds? It's like a continuous telephone call.
The wind of the darkness I'm stuck in this wrestling ring. With me in the corner pinned. Why do I have to have such thing?
In mind, in my head. The wind is getting to much for me. I'm trying to hold on a piece of thread. Why won't it let me flee?
I just want to be free I need the power to break the ice. I need the friendship to see. I need the love to roll my own dice.
Kai stared at the crumbled paper and the smudged writing. He didn't want to let them see it so he stuffed it in his bag, writing poems kept him away from his mind and let the paper speak his mind instead.
It was true he needed someone to save him, to actually be nice and take his own risks. But the Wind of the Darkness had already made it's self home.
End of Chapter/Story
I know a bit ::cough:: crap ::cough:: but please R&R and tell me about it. Maybe I could think about continuing, actually I quite enjoyed it. Make me even more happy, R&R!
I just wrote this poem because I wanted to try doing poems and its nice to write about things which are utterly confusing. Please R&R I might do more poems. By the way the cries of agony filled with plaque is just saying there cries are filled with agony and pain (plaque=pain, get it?)
Wind or Darkness
Inside my mind is just pitch black
Every time I search I'm blind. The cries of agony filled with plaque That's why I tend to stay out of my mind.
Those cries have to be from someone. The cry seems to scream and panic Then the sound of the gun I swear this is all going to turn me manic.
All these mixed up sounds. They don't make any sense at all All this time have I been out of bounds? It's like a continuous telephone call.
The wind of the darkness I'm stuck in this wrestling ring. With me in the corner pinned. Why do I have to have such thing?
In mind, in my head. The wind is getting to much for me. I'm trying to hold on a piece of thread. Why won't it let me flee?
I just want to be free I need the power to break the ice. I need the friendship to see. I need the love to roll my own dice.
Kai stared at the crumbled paper and the smudged writing. He didn't want to let them see it so he stuffed it in his bag, writing poems kept him away from his mind and let the paper speak his mind instead.
It was true he needed someone to save him, to actually be nice and take his own risks. But the Wind of the Darkness had already made it's self home.
End of Chapter/Story
I know a bit ::cough:: crap ::cough:: but please R&R and tell me about it. Maybe I could think about continuing, actually I quite enjoyed it. Make me even more happy, R&R!