radeks

Life is But a Dream
2003-11-26 00:04:42 (UTC)

YAY!

I finished my poems HOORAY!!

here are my poems

Death

The darkest hour of the night,
Filled with eeirie moans
And
The putrid stench of rotting flesh.
There is-
A sense of despair and desperation.
But worry not my love,
Tis all
The bitterness of death


My Mind

you arethe luminescent moon.
you illuminate my heart.
My mind is a camera-
Recording all your actions.
Your air becomes my air
As I follow your footsteps-
They lead to my mind
My mind- a shrine-
Dedicated to you.


Death

Death, an angelic beautty,
Sings sweet lullabies,
The taste of ambrosia.
Death gently caresses me.
He smells of a thousand red roses,
My love, he is, the color of the sun...

Death comes closer, a cloaked figure,
His footsteps echo in the silence of the night,
The b itter sweet taste of blood,
Death pushes me to the ground,
An odor of rotten roses fills the air,
And there is darkness...

Death- a hooded maniac,
Shrieks in my ear,
The taste of acidic poison,
Death suffocates me- I can no longer breathe,
The stench of decay,
And I am left- pale and ghastly.


The first poem is about the color black
the second poem is about obsession
The third poem is about...death i guess

ehhh i need another title for the third poem, i'm gonna
look like some depressed pyscho maniac if i turn in two
poems about death.

I dont want to die. I dont even know why I wrote these
poems, usually I write mushy love poems.

hopefully ms. becker won't send me to the counselor or
nothing, that happened to me once in middle school.

I wrote a poem about death and my teacher sent me down to
the counselor...after much convincing i was finally let
out of the shrinks office and she dismissed me as normal
but with a creative imagination.

yay me

the third poem was inspired by the book the vampire lestat

and the second was inspired by my obsessions of uhh karl

and the first one was just made up

anyway

im gonna go...i gotta finish decorating the third poem and
then i gotta go to the bathroom.




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