The Javelin
The Javelin
I feel as though a javelin has impaled me, from my back. But the thing is though, that the javelin's invisible and if you hide it well enough, the blood is too. The trick is to walk on like before, as if life couldn't be better, with your head held high even though it hurts, even though you want nothing more than to collapse and cry out your pain. That you want nothing more than to ask some seemingly kind stranger to take out the javelin and dress your wounds. But I think that when it pierced through my flesh, it impaled my heart as well. It's lifeless now, blood running dry from its vessels, my body left to live on only pain and miserable tortures.
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Onwards on the Race of Life
My heart flutters when you’re near, Onward on the race of life; No one knows if you’ll be mine.
Another year passes by, Morning to dusk every time, Onward on the race of life, Umbrella of yours, hiding us from the, Rain of time.
Seas could not match my blue, but Arisen by you in me, your Ruby hues, Thank you for saying that you admired me, Hopefully that lasted and you haven’t forgotten me; An abyss in which I lie, Kindle a fire, so we shall not freeze in the darkness of the night.
I imagine a life with you, then without,
Lest, I lose you or you go on a different route, Onward on the race of life; Velvet you lips are, and your soul an, Esther in my eyes.
You looked at me that day, in your eyes a feeling I could not place; Onward on the race of life; Umbrella in your hand and in your other, mine.
The Dark Empress
She was born with a purpose to create, But the stars spoke of a prophecy; That she would leave destruction in her wake.
Born under the moonlight, Her eyes as dark as the night, Her innocence went alight, Led astray from her painless life.
Tortured, hunted and betrayed she was, Couldn’t find a soul who would see who she really was; Depressed she ran away, Found the dark to understand her dismay. Comforted by it subtle warmth, It led her to her kingdom’s silver porth.
She grew more knowledgeable by the day, Till she was able; To rule the land where the dead stay.
Many came to try and conquer her land, But when they came, They met their end, with no accolade; By a touch of her hand, Their bodies turned to little more than grains of sand.
She wasn’t evil, just deeply misunderstood, Only the dark knew she was still good; None knew the pain she endured, Abandoned at birth, Barely found anything to fill the dearth.
She found solace nevertheless, The dark with her, Made her The Dark Empress.
The Thimble of an Elf
I wear a thimble to protect me from blows I can't see the enemy, But I got to fight anyway I suppose.
My thimble's a bit battered Worn down by old wounds I might need to get a new one Till then this will do.
My kingdom depends on me I guess so, Haven't heard from them in many moons.
I fight, waving about a needle I feel the enemy's presence They wonder why I haven't given up hope.
I cut down through a couple of bushes And there are the foes standing tall They don't look all that scary Just a bit tired, that's all.
I recognize them I think I've heard their voices before I take off my thimble Strangely soothed by their song.
They say they're my demons Trying to help me find a better end I believe them For they are my only friends.
They accept me, make me feel safe, So much so, without my thimble I still feel brave.
I don't think I'll go back to the kingdom For the foes are now my friends No matter what someone says I'll stay with them till the end.
A Tale of Tree
I write this as I sit under a tree, It’s beauty, a specimen of nature, you see; It’s flower, so warm and bright, Like the friend who stays with you, On a summer’s night. Its leaves, so dainty and green, Just like a ballerina’s ‘petit’. The way it sways in the wind, so light and sweet, Reminds me of carolers on New Year’s Eve. It has stories left untold, The rings held in the trunks, old. Its branches like a friendly embrace amidst a crowd, Its tender touch to erase all foul. I bid farewell to thee my tree, My tree of tales, A tale of tree.
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You are loved still
Years and years are passing by Older days look more sweet Underneath a spotlight, you feel so empty.
A day barely passes without tears like Rivers streaming down your face Everything's a little duller, you're not doing okay.
Living feels like a burden, you cry writing goodbyes Older days were easier, no 'I'm fine' lies Very few saw through your mask Everyone ignored your scars Don't die today please, don't be ruled by your past.
Stay and see the sun waking for a new day Till you're breathing a little easier I believe you'll get through this Live to see the light- live for the ones who Love you, and don't want to say goodbye.
The Little Bead
We lie in our class, Not really intrigued or puzzled, By the mundane subjects that keep us muddled. Some may admire the beauty that surrounds us; Of the trees swaying in the winds, Of the cherry blossoms that drop, In the never-failing cold wind. The light which comes through our open doors, The light, not brighter than the people we have in store.
We all are specimens alike, But, behind our mask of mischief lies, A little drop or maybe a bead, Filled with sincerity and virtue so sweet. The little drop that burns and shines, In all our hearts it lies.
We are not mindless wanderers, We are not without destination; Some folks can’t understand, The intensity of our situation.
We have a goal, An aim to be great, But some of us haven’t uncovered our little drop, The drop that can seal our fate.
The teachers say we’re a nuisance, How we trouble their conscience; But how they will miss us, Miss our shenanigans; How we will miss each other when we leave, To the calling of our little bead.
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Hilo, I like unicorns, murder and cupcakes:D Also am a poet and an amateur writer btw im 14 y/o
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