Poetry

Here's a poem I wrote I call it:

Relentless Rage

To my enemies I am your demise, kicking me while I was on the ground.

I get back up now you turn around, fearing the look of murder in my eyes.

Too late to realize your mistake, as my knife meets your throat slicing your flesh taking your life.

Never should you have crossed me, I am proudly insane.

You won't have any hope winning my game. I'll
crush your skull causing agonizing pain.

I wipe your blood off my weapon of choice, isn't
silence grand when you are the one to cease the noise?

I am far worse than Death itself, you'll be taken slowly, painfully as you brought this upon thyself.

I feel no remorse, for my Will is thy Fate.

Longing for Cold

i look out to the winter sky and i see the sun
looking down at the ground i see
marvel of creation
jist empty whiteness
but a sacred desolation
pattern that fall from the sky
make it one on.the ground it does
a life begins and ends
as the snow.melts takes away the desolation
a peace instilling the mind
is lost..... And silence ceases with the content
then the war begins
withing the mind and without the mind
over petty quarrels and insecurity
there seems no room for love
a melody wafts through the air after all has died down
spring comes and goes
happiness in spring?
It woukd hve been if it were green and ring
and slowly the laments during.summer and its winter again
whence silence takes a hold and peace reigns
a boy sits and grows cold.enjoying every moment
and he departs from.his memories and feelings
A Cheerful tree grows in the winter among the snow
The Boy? I dont know but the tree sang
And it sung me this story

Oh Woe is me the boy is the tree and i am not leaving
A companion in feelings lives as an abnormal tree
a good abnormal tree and a good man sits side by side as old friende

As the Seasons Go by both wait for winter and sit and spin stories about alove that they both never had.....

This is a poem i have written part of it on my soulgray account.

light black as night
my soul reflects
light bright as sun
my soul resembles
through the path
of life's itself
neither death can make me end.

in my life balance i seek
so i can always stay complete
and never loose a piece of me
no matter what my future holds for me

love and hatred are combined
as sun and moon are in the sky
my god and goddess always shine
upon my path's darkest night
and i shall always be right
cause i am my life's brightest light.

This is my first ever poem i wrote.

The slow breeze blows
making weak branches sway.
A strange, dim light glows
in the darkness of the night.

By the gentle moonlight
thousands of shards sparkle
which makes a beautiful sight
with also their glittering twinkles.

The ear piercing silence
seems to have nothing at all
towards those who were now
sound asleep, still.

The night's deadly darkness
seemed to have swallowed
people's sorrows and happiness,
making way to snores that followed.

And then, waits the moon
to welcome the bright sunlight.
It melts under the sun's heat
and then waits for the next night.

Fugative.

quietly i am waiting
i sit in the sun as my mouth grows dry
ants scuttle along the quaked soil,
nothing is alive.

I hold my hands up to the sun
pray with my eyes open wide
sing to the moon i scream
lost in the early tide.

Falling along the entry points
i sneak along covered ground
the night has fallen in this land
i'm a shadow of the night,
just a gasp of a woman.

they search for me everywhere
my tricks avail thee
you cannot find a fox
in the sands of pointless melee.

The Gladiator

I wait without sound,

for my own demise.

I am ready.

ready for what comes to me.

I have prepared myself to swim in sweat and blood.

To die for my freedom.

To kill for my own survival.

I sit by the ocean waiting for you
I sit by fire waiting for you
I sit in the forest waiting for you
I sit taking breath in waiting for you
The closer you get, the faster my heart beats
At last your in my site, ready to take my hand, we float off to the heavens never to be seen again

Bravo, death! that is very good.

This is my second poem.

The Devil

Blood red eyes
ability to sink fangs into mice.
White pale skin
with eyes that look so mean.

Terror in every part
and paralysed in the heart,
moonlight shining down below,
giving out an eerie glow.

With pure innocent face,
which might help in many ways,
but not in this case,
where the devil is now craze.

Kneeling down for mercy,
but the devil getting more thirsty,
with a stinging hard slap,
drops the victim down flat.

Having no guilt
as it makes him more built.
Glancing at the dead just once,
he disappears hearing an echoing voice.

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