My first attempts at putting poetic words on the page. Middle school.
Fear
Blood rushing through my veins,
Fearful pounding at the door
To the ante room of Hell.
Endless torture awaits my soul;
Awaits the blood
Rushing through my veins.
Endless torture awaiting me.
Frozen
Frozen in nothing; space and time.
Hardened into sheer oblivion.
Death is imminent,
Frozen in the eyes of the hunter.
Fear arrives;
Legs pump;
Heart beats;
Death is here
My Pen as a River
My pen is a flowing river.
A river of ink;
A river of emotion;
A river of hope;
A river of hopelessness;
A river of hate;
A river of love;
My pen is a flowing river.
Endless torture awaiting me.
Terrified
Second by second;
Minute by minute;
It's Going.
The sand is leaving.
The blood is flowing.
It's disappearing;
Death is imminent.
Life is going;
It's nearly gone.
Ever present feeling
We are terrified.
It's gone forever.
Paralyzed with fear
Waiting for it to come.
Time’s End
I do something caring
I get hate in response.
I try to make someone happy,
I get hate in response.
So many emotions,
So little time.
Time is precious
It's gone.
Time's End
The End of Time
Vanished
What once existed in light and dark,
Has been ripped from the grasp of those who care-
Your life is so short, and so swiftly thrown
Amidst the thorns, and rocks, and brutal waves
That we will never realize the meaning of love,
Until we have raced beyond what is no longer there.
The light, and the dark from which it poured forth,
Are gone, forever in void, in mind and heart.
Living to hold on to all that is sliding away-
It is truly no way, to live, but all that I know.
What seems best is hidden behind a mask of hope,
And what is worst, is the cure for all pain.
"Simple mistakes, easily fixed,"
As time rushes onward, and the splinters fester,
Pouring forth pain, and hardship,
But without pain until all is lost.
Friendships are gone, never to be fully healed,
And for what?
Why Condemn?
Why condemn?
Writing my way out
Of a vault of emotions.
Too many to let go at once;
Too few to let go at all.
Writing is my salvation;
Salvation is my writing.
Why do they hurt us?
Why do they hurt us,
Through years and years?
So why do we suffer?
Years pass.
I wait for an answer.
When will it come?
The Pain We Bring
Can we not see the pain
We bring; the sadness?
We don't care.
All we see is money.
We are poor with greed; evil.
All we see is hate.