Alright. These aren't new, I'm just gathering them all here. Yes, I did scroll through 81 pages of First Line Poetry to find most of these. Some of them aren't the best, but I still want easy access to them.
Reading
Crawling up in my familiar bed, I take my book from the stand.
Beginning to do what I love; entering a fantasy land.
The only time I have for myself; all others are fast asleep.
Reading is my way, to enter dreamland, rather than counting sheep.
If magic's involved I'm happy, whether present or long ago,
All I need is good and evil, a battle between friend and foe.
Warriors of old, or kids of today, fighting to save the world,
cliche, yes, brilliant, sometimes, but always adventure unfurled.
Each book, a temple, a home. Always there for me over the years,
their stories in hand they help me glide over my canyon of fears.
One book might have a brand new cover; one an older complexion,
But for each and every one, I will always share my affection.
Fate
And they looked with hope
unto the sky
until they realized
they were doomed to die.
Death was coming
to take their souls
sweeping past their defenses:
the walls and patrols.
No fight left in them
they excepted their fate
and made their way
to hell's fiery gate.
Untitled
I ate so much I think I'll burst.
Doughnuts, cakes and tarts be cursed.
I ate so much I'm feeling queasy--
Head is reeling; stomach's uneasy.
I ate so much I think I'll die
But wait! There's still more pecan pie!
Just one more bite, thats all I need,
It's too much! I think *KABLOOM*
This World of Mine
This world of mine,
filled with death and destruction.
This world of mine,
filled with tears and despair.
This world of mine,
filled with killing and murder,
This world of mine,
where sadness fills the air.
The Shock
The shock
head spinning,
reeling,
doubting
The acceptance
slow
painful
disbelief
The tears
fast
flowing
unstoppable.
The pain
excruciating
lessening,
but forever.
Go Away
Go away.
Now.
Never liked you,
never will.
Go away.
Now.
Hated you then,
hate you still.
Go away.
Now.
You're annoying,
You're a pill.
Go away.
Now.
I want you gone,
You make me ill.
Drifting
Death, is what I fear
Reaper whispering in my ear.
Scythe swinging by my face
drifting into deaths embrace.
Trying in vain for another day,
no hope left, I fall away.
Trapped
Watching it decay
My own hand
Lying in front of me
All that I see
Trapped
Leaving from this world
Like I can't
Slowly melting, fading
Not degrading
Trapped
Humiliating?
No, just death
Common , Natural, known
They, though, have flown
Trapped
I'm contained within
Stuck, confined
My soul won't rise, it stays
I watch it decay
Trapped.
He's There
He's there, watching you.
Your time has now arrived.
He's there, watching you,
of life you'll be deprived.
He's there, watching you.
The end is now in sight.
He's there, watching you,
there is no way to fight.
He's there, watching you.
He holds his reaper high.
He's there, taking you,
so say your last goodbye.
Doctor
Death, destruction, chaos.
I'm in a really bad mood.
Killing, slaying, murder.
I have a bad attitude.
The world around is too happy.
Bright lights, smiling faces, joyous souls.
What we need is a little more darkness,
high body count should be one of our goals.
Everyone's happy, running, laughing.
What if they were sentenced to die.
Their life would be painfully ended,
No chance for a final goodbye.
The world would be plunged into terror.
Thieves would grow stronger and tougher.
All cause a stupid appointment,
with a doctor who I hope will soon suffer.
If you actually read all of those, good for you. Feedback would be appreciated as always. Also, I believe this is my 100th post. Pretty fitting as it is almost all the poetry I've written for AG, and that's a lot of what I do here.
