I decided to publish this, this is all my poems since i got into writing them a few months back. I do hope this gets somewhere, becuase i am sorely tired of hearing that I needed to publish this. So here yall are, I hope yall like it! Oh, and some of these arent named, just to tell yall!
The Silver Orb
The silver orb,
Glowing above the emerald masses.
The whispers through the rustling branches.
The scarlet pool,shining in the semi-darkness,
Filling the air with it's sickly-sweet scent.
Like a lover holding his new found love,
Does her life stick to the hardened ground.
The ground, that has stayed underneath her,
Solid and steady, untill her last dying breath was taken.
From her lover's kiss good bye,
Does she spill the blood of her own,
To die a lonely death,
To start her world again.
Witches Play
The Silver Orb
A Samhain night
The perfect ritual
A couple of good freinds
Is all we need
To have a little fun.
The huge bonfires
A couple of drinks
The godess' blessing
A couple of good freinds
Is all we need
to be a little happy.
No haters near
Great freinds close
Is all we need
To have a great night!
The Five Elements
The yellow glow
The red tinge
The fiery breath
The flickering movements
This is Fire.
The endless blue road
The majestic waves
The wonderful life
The bountiful beauty
This is Water.
The humans cradle
The different melodies
The courageous creatures
The intresting inter-connections
This is Earth
The soundless whispers
The caressing winds
The cool, sweet breath
The sharp gusts
This is Air.
The mystical memories
The worlds beyond
The vast knowledge
The true insight
This is Spirit.
Heart of Mine
This heart of mine
Forever falling and breaking
For the ones that are fine
Pretend not to see me crying
For I shall love
The one that should be mine
Forever and always
Untill my life ends
This heart of mine
Shall be under lock and key
Till the one that should be mine
Comes seeking for me
Devil
People say I'm beautiful
But have they looked
Deep inside
To see the devil
That is there?
It hides
Waiting for the right time
To pounce on me
At my weakest point
Do they see
The devil that resides
Waiting to consume me
Because if they did
I'm sure thay would run.
Gothic Chick
I am the gothic chick
The one that hides
Forever feeling terrified
That she's not good enough
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