My Dreams are in Stories
#4 of poetry this is the last of four poems i did for my creative writing class. we were allowed to write the poem on whatever we wanted, but we had to follow the "villanelle" poem structure, which had very specific rules about rhyme and syllable count.
Something vauge
My mind is blank. Burnt at both ends. Empty as the end of all things, Not a spark in the darkness, Not a ripple in that pond. The worlds shortest story. And yet. I exist. Never ever doing anything but nothing. Seeing nothing, feeling nothing,...
I close my mind
I close my mind but still I weep. I close my hands but still I freeze. I hide my sight but still it burns. I swallow my sorrows but still they rise. I shout my fears but still they haunt me. I close my mind but still I weep.
A Night's Work
No, I don't plan on writing anything like this anytime soon. The reason why? I got part of this stuck in my head, I'll tell you what at the end, and I had to get it out, it was both annoying and a little disturbing. Since I'm always up for getting...
Destruction of Thought
Dance beneath the stars, forget your woes Live beneath the Goddess, can you feel it? Repentance of all wrong doings, you choose. Oranges taste sour, and apples sweet, For your perception has now been hard hit. Could you really believe in such a...
An Angel to Die, Covered in White
A lonesome Soul Who tears have covered a poor dying rose "Why do I love?" Pondered the Soul "I give love to comfort others, but in my down fall... I'm the one who needs to be loved back." Winter snow has passed but in this Soul heart is covered in...
A burning passion
Your love burns bright in my heart, like a wildfire it spreads through me. Burning holes in my soul and mind, filled only by the thought of you. 'Cause you are my lifeblood, and although blood may be thinker than water, I want you to be my wine. I...
Sunset
Oh pretty setting sun Of you there's only one Unless you travel out a few light years 'Cause out in space there's a ton
Outcast
#2 of poems if you've felt how i felt. if you feel what i feel. you will understand this poem.. i cry my tears. tears of pain. i reach out for help. but all is in vain. yet i still hold hope. flickering as softly as a flame.
A Cheetah's Race
This is a poem i have done a while ago on fa, if you wish to see more of my poems and story writing. come check on fa <3 http://www.furaffinity.net/user/darktiggy/ anyways, this poem is from the idea of someone coming back home.
Lykos Redemption Act III Ch. 2
Specifically with poems. the problem was that the only muses that came to him anymore were heavily bribed by eros--possibly aphrodite. every poem he wrote was magically turned into a love poem.
The poem
In the distance I fad away, all my life I been running away, hope I never see what happens today. But I still remained wondering about today, what shall I wrote this wonderful day but I remember the day of December and November. All I wonder is why...