Writing sum stuff I wrote

[Panache]

Yea I am really new to this whole poem business but I tried to like...explain how I feel in poem form. They are more like proses than anything though.

[COLOR="Blue"][B]Pain [/B]


Why do we fear pain so? Don't we know that it is the fuel for progression? Does a body inflicted with pain from toil not grow? Is glass not forged through flames? Why is it that the fuel of beauty is feared so? Why do we resist change? Why do we hate evolution. Why do we fight progress? Is it that we crave stagnation and change at the same time? Are we contradictory by out very nature? Do not fear the growth of the body and soul. Allow the growing pains to form you into an ascendant being. Have faith in suffering. Love growth. Enjoy agony. Progress or stagnate. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkRed"][B]Nothing [/B]


Torment. Since then every day has been torment. No reprieve constant and flowing torment. No escape in sight. Pointless even to fight. So much anguish made me forget you. Now it's gone. Freed from my chains. No longer a slave to torment. I am free for today at least. I can breathe. I can see. I can enjoy the things surrounding me. the air the sky the sun and the moon. the caress me like a summers day. While I sit under the willow tree. Is this bliss? Or is this just ignorance. The great seer of time is the only one who can see.[/COLOR]


[COLOR="darkred"]
[B]
Why?[/B]

Why do you fear it? The inherent trait that the most advanced fleshly creature has? Can you hear it? Your dying. Yes your Anima has been without air for so long? When will it asphyxiate? You can be saved. I can give you a breath of life again just like the creator did. I can make you into a new one. I can turn you into an avatar of creativity. I can make you into more. Just trust me close your eyes and listen. Listen to the sounds. No the demons lie to you it will not harm you. Yes. Embrace. Wake up. It's real. Your whole. You feel. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="darkred"][B]
Through[/B]

Through with these Sirens who only seem beautiful from a distance.

These tempting devils. These beautifully wrapped pieces of tedium glorious pieces of filth.

You are nothing. I release myself of you you are dead to me. Simply objects that hurt my existence when I get near. You are viruses disguised as vaccines. I'd rather be lonely that cursed by you . You spit on my and take from what I am. Maggots writhe and die.[/COLOR]