just read this already
Yep.....I got bored......Here is a poem that I wrote called Riddles:
Beauty surrounds me, soft as silk.
How long will it intoxicate me?
One short brilliant, second or everlasting, enchanting years?
Too many worries, the light is dimming.
My soul rips at the seams, I shriek in absolute hysteria.
Darkness fills the gaps of my shredded world.
The moon, pale as the dead, stares at me.
Wonder and pity fill her eyes; she left me soulless and confused.
I continued to drag on, not paying attention to the trail of blood behind me.
I was deaf and unfeeling for what seemed like a lifetime.
I heard screams of terror, manics danced in the chaos.
The world around me was confusing and terrifying.
Knifes flew gracefully out of the killers hands and impaled their enemies.
I tried not to be hit by their poisonous words and avoided the pale remains of others.
My efforts were weak and so was my skin as the knife cut painfully slow.
He couldn't betray me because I didn't trust him.
His twisted face still haunts me.
I didn't fight back nor did I satisfy his thirst for blood.
I unwrapped his arms and walked away with the knife embedded in my side.
I used the cursed knife as a reminder of him.
It eventually loosened and I coaxed it out of the gash.
The gash uttered a whisper of thanks as developed into a scar in the shape of a beautiful rose.
I locked the knife deep inside the vast earth.
The heat of summer didn't bake me.
Locked inside of my room, hope buzzed and bopped the depths of my mind.
At least I'm away from them.
I joined my old friend, excitement brightened my life.
The manics no longer lived and the blue remains of people vanished.
I was suddenly wrapped in the comforting blue light.
Foolish and stupid could describe me as I grew fond of the strange light.
I couldn't feel the poison slowly taking over.
Tick tock, tick tock, the screams of horror and suffering took flight.
Flames burned my my blood; chaos clouded sense and I had no idea were I stand in this twisted hall of mirrors.
I'm tired of the world bursting into flames every time someone farts near a lighter.
I should be unleashing my fury across the world; instead I'm shattered like the mirrors in this very hall.
The trapdoor swings open and I land flat on my butt.
A vampire emerges from the darkness and he offers to help me up.
I take his warm hand.
The blue light surrounds me, pulsing insults at me.
How do I dim this particular light?
Nothing seems to be it's source, maybe I can ignore it.
It loves to ruin my day, curse the already cursed light.
The vampire smiles; his voice tells me many things.
I don't feel anything related to pain or love when I talk to him.
I breathe in and out slowly, enjoying the calm aura he has.
The blue light and my vampire join sides
Days blend with each other; same thing every second.
Boredom overwhelms me, they begin to drift away
I become a mute, my ideas and opinions vanish with the smoke.
I plan to write more, just not now.
Anyway this basically describes my current personality:
What type of Fae are you?
and This:
AND the people at my current school call me: DARK AND MYSTERIOUS. >.<
Maybe that's because I wear a lot of black and sometimes talk in riddles...oh well.
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P.S THE PEOPLE THAT GOT COMMENDED ON ALL TAKS TEST LAST YEAR L0L