Writing poems something or other [PG]

[Angelus_Necare]

these two writtings (I'd like to call them poems but I don't even know what the hell they are) have been in my head for the past few weeks. The first was written about a week or so ago and the second was written this afternoon, this is something pretty different for me, hope you enjoy.

"Malestrom"


I fled from a hallway of manical laughter, greif bitting like insects searching for a good meal. Roads twisted and streatched to the smile on your face, and I knew you could embody light itself. Walk with me my destined one, the others sleep among rubble of great empires. Fear not the fluttering velvet that beats against a crimson stained sky, they only seek refuge in the darkest of places. Curled fingers together against a flesh ridden road, held hands part like the paths before us. Coldness is in anguish as I must leave, the road is yours to the amber rivers and noosed trees where the jackal children play. Do not cry my pretty one, tears of blood mean little in a mortal world, My path has been chosen. A golden cloud crawls by, remember white lined wrists and the smell of a smouldering soul, I am gone. Long as your path may seem, tracks must be made in the charcoal dust. Find strength, for the strings of my heart are tied securely about your wrist. Sing out to the mauled sky that I am yours forever.


"Laughter"


At the very word my world shatters, falling peices slice flesh, my blood oozing black. I lope down a new path, singing the regret I face, this isn't the same. In due time ones I love are left behind, cast back into forgoten memories, it's best not to dwell on the past so they say. Don't glare at me that way, or tint your voice to your dissaproval. Let this run its course, or see a side I knew too well. I'm told life moves on, ever onward to sweet oblivion, time seems to crawl over hurt. The scars I hoped never to show glow in the light of glory. But what's there to say? Surely one who shames themselves should be rightfully punished? I watch them all stroll through a life of daisies, when a stringy flower struggles to stand in my dismal existance I shall not live to see it.

[de1ayna]

Wow...that is pretty much all I have to say you are a really good writer...I hope that someday I will be able to write like you...Your *poetry*Is veery sad much like my own...Any way incase you were wondering this is a compliment...XD