I suppose I should start posting things again. I’ve got a few poems to add.
Could It Be? (poem)
I wrote this quite a while ago. It was about a girl but we never even really became friends haha.
Ever since I met you
I wanted to be friends
I could sense a similarity
That seemed to go to all ends
I try to learn more
But you push me away
I begin to open up to you
And you still keep me at bay
But I see now
A change has occured
Little by little
You begin to be allured
Friends is all I want to be
But I want to know more
Could it possibly be
That there is someone else like me?
I just want to know if we’re alike one another
Because if we are
We might understand each other
I just added comments to this blog. It was surprisingly simple. Now it will be easy for you guys to give me some feedback! :D
Slayer (poem)
This is probably my shortest poem ever. Quite different than what I usually write.
You stand above me
Twice my size
But I do not fear you in the least
Go find someone else to torment you beast
Your roar is silent to me
Your bare teeth have no sheen
So stand in fear
And hear my blade sing!
Hero pt. 1 (poem)
I just finished this. I am planning a second part to it. This was inspired by a dream and the song “Hero” by Skillet.
Hidden in the flames
Back from the grave
He is back
Don’t call him brave
Bravery, he lacks
Love is all he has
Yes,
He is back
To rescue her again
He walks through the fire
Enduring the pain
It doesn’t phase him
Not with his name
He says:
“I’m not afraid to give my life,
I just want your happiness,
I don’t want this strife”
She stares
In fear
In agony
And he knows already
He failed again
Failed to bring her happiness
He only gave her more pain
He keeps walking
He is so close to her
She is frozen
He is reaching for her
She reaches back
He tries to embrace her
He only wants to assure
But the flames rage up
And throw him away
Just like trash
And he lands in the ash
He has nothing to say
He failed again
Scarred again
All for nothing
Except more pain
He failed his name
He can’t deny the pain
Neither can she
He just wants her to see
That if she needs a shoulder
Or an ear
For anything at all
She can call
He doesn’t forget anything
He feels everything
His feelings never went awol
They were right here
Waiting
Maybe for a no
But that is the price
The price of being a hero
This is a graphite picture I drew about a month ago. The thing I like about it is the contrast. And I actually didn’t draw a half-bad human shape.
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Shall we do the nightly routine of you like this (if you’re a writer) and I pick 5 to write for?
You know you want to pick me! :D I’m a newbie!
The “mini-kit” I brought with me to draw. It has markers, (which I never use), colored pencils, graphite stick, tortillion, a factis eraser, and a kneadable eraser.
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