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Guest amcstarry
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okkkk I just wrote a new poem, maybe for an application if ya guys think I should, my friend said I should write one kind of about wandering if I wanted to apply and this is what I came up with lol. I got the idea from the opening I wrote for a rpg my friend is making. I think she is making a horse good aginst evil one lol (I only rp horses hehe). I'm sure I'm boring you with all these words...Soooooo...Enough of my talking though heres the poem :)

 

.Lost.

Your eyes shut tightly

To never open again

You float above what you once where

Waiting for your loved ones to return

To find you

To watch there faces lit with horror

As they see your mutilated form

Laying on the blue tiled floor

Blue no longer

Now stained red

Red from the blood that was lost from your body

You begin to see the scene

Less clearly

As you vanish into the unknown

When you reapear you find yourself in a place like no other

You look down

and you see the flames reaching up

Trying to grab you to pull you to them

Your gaze slowly wanders to what was above

You see a large castle-like mansion at the top

A white mist surrounding it all

Then two figures appear the same why you had

One was of pure beauty, goodness, and love

The other of the damned, hatred, and sadness

The two both very human like

But then again not

They begin to speak to you in unison

There words unfamiliar and new to your ears

Then there words become a lanague that you understand

And you hear what the request of you

You must make a descion

You must count your sins

Do you belong in the land of peace and love for your after life?

Or in the land of eternal suffering?

You begin counting,

Upset with the results

You look to the one of pure light

as you hold up six fingers to represent your six sins

The godly figure slowly shakes his head

Rejecting you from his lovley land

Your feet slowly turn you

Taking one step at a time

Closer to your new ruler

Your new king

Your new president

His eyes up pure red

Burn as your legs bring you closer to him

You feel strangly

Like a fire has been lit inside of you

It was the embers of hell

Making there mark

For your have decided

You have chosen your end

.and theres no turning back.

Guest Mister Burrofoot
Posted

you are sych a powerfull writer.. Bravo!!

Guest amcstarry
Posted

Thank you, and I saw your post to my other poems, thats very nice of you to say. Thought it would save time to just reply to both in one post though.

 

...I'm at school, skipped lunch, have english in about 10minutes. She doesnt like my poems though, she says they scare her because I seem like a very happy person because I'm very hyper and sweet and always have a smile. Oh well...

Guest amcstarry
Posted

Thanks, I just applied . Er must be going soon, I have piano lessons soon, oh how I hate taking piano, but I must if I wish to watch tv, play on the computer, or spend time at the stable and ride. Evil parents...

Posted

"It's always the ones you least expect" :)

 

You're really, really good. There's a lot of meaning behind everything you write. Like it all comes right from the soul instead of some other part of the shell.

 

If you do apply to the Pen (Which is a great idea) good luck, though I'm sure you don't need it.

Degenero, the 'one and only'

 

"The death of one is a tragedy, the death of millions is just a statistic." - Joseph Stalin, 1946

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