Writing 'Tis my collection of poems [E]

[noelmvilla]

[COLOR=Red]Hey, I got some to share with you all. I hope you like them.

I call this one "Oblivion". It doesn't rhyme but it's really good.

Beneath the shadowy dephts of an endless abyss,
My spirit takes refuge.
Countless foreign souls surround my frrail and fragile psyche.
I feel afraid. Lost and confused.
"What should I do in this period of waiting before I experience my fated rebirth?"
This unstoppable hysteria is overcoming my subconsciousness.
Devouring my senses, toying with my sensations.
I'm forever locked in a prison of panic.
Living like a heretic and having nothing but nightmares.
Destiny is my enemy, time is my foe.
As I float in oblivion, these two pass.
Waiting for my life to start... A ghost without a shell...
Lingering in anonymity...
A formless entity...
A tiny fragment of the cosmos...

END. Did you like that one? Here's another one. It's called "Trapped". Now this one rhymes.

Beneath the dephts of an endless abyss,
My spirit takes refuge but something's amiss.
How many times have I stayed in hesitation,
When life itself awaits mezmeration.
Chance for escape is being taken away,
As the clock ticks down, every second, every day.
How to run away... How to break free.
Everything that's happening is happening to me.
There's no escape. I don't know why.
Nothing will occur no matter how hard I try.
But as time passes, one thing is clear.
There is definitely no way out of here...

END. That one sucked. This one is a lot better. 'Tis called "Shame".

Walking down a lonely road.
Filled with shame. A heavy load.
Resurrection's done and gone,
But thoughts haunt my imagination.
Guilt, remorse, embarrassment.
My dignity which these three bent,
Is falling down a road of shame.
What more do I have to gain?
I've lost a lot. Still losing more.
What on Earth is my life for?
Shame is over coming me.
I'm losing all my dignity...

END. That was good. This one's better. "Sorrow".

Being flushed down a world of pretend.
Never making this dreaded misery end.
Being pushed around every second, every day.
Being brought to the ground, Getting in another person's way.
The weight of the world is being brought upon my shoulders.
Like a hundred moons and seven million boulders.
Despair, distress, unhappiness, depression.
Regret, grief, gloom, moroseness, desolation..
All these words destroy my facade.
Annihilating my senses, turning me into a clod.
What's left of my soul is my overflowing sadness.
How am I supposed to stop this growing madness?
I've hit rock bottom. I'm fresh out of bliss.
A shot for joy? I'm probably gonna miss.
I've got no chance. Everything is futile.
I'm trapped in a sad that's so damn senile...

END. That's all I have for now. Once I get through my periodical exams in school, I'll update this. In the meantime, you guys can post your views on my collection.
I'll accept any comments EXCEPT for flames.[/COLOR]