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RadiantThe light of day drains from the sky,
Trickling in channels to the earth.
Clouds curl amongst it,
Like wrinkles etched to its skin.
Coiled to the rope of time, the sun sinks on cue,
Lower and lower it goes..
The air is still. Quiet and cool.
A fire of colour erupts, shimmering and scattering the air,
across the horizon like a candle brought to life,
the sky explodes with vibrant colour, that a-blazes golden light.
Bursting at the seams, the sky is filled, it fills,
with the essence of the day departing.
Farwell my day, farewell.
The clock ticks as 2:30 AM comes around
and the rest I desire cannot be found.
I cannot seem to fall asleep
and therefore my dreams I cannot keep.
Oh how I long to get some rest
so I can go to school and pass any test.
I need to stay awake in my class
as I wait for the hour to pass.
I wish I could just lay down for a while
but naps just aren't my style.
I don't know why but I just cannot
sleep during the day, so my rest is shot.
I've become sleepless
in this room that is a mess.
I just want to close my eyes
and wait as the night dies.
But no, my brain refuses to turn off
so at it I will scoff.
I'll stay awake all night
because sleep's call won't fight.
Random PoemFootprints that we make
Upon the sand
On dry land
Memories that you will
Make with me
Once tomorrow comes
Is all they will be
Take a moment now,
Stop and look
At all the baby steps
Memories here and
They may fade or
They may hide
Or they may be
Steps so quiet
Steps so soft
All that time
I thought “aloft”
“Not a step has been taken”
My faith in us,
I feared, was shaken
But we moved on,
Yes I can tell
We kept walking
Through that spell
The journey long
That we may stand together,
And now I look
Back and say
“I’m so very glad
I met you that day.”
I've Moved OnI've Moved On
I think I've moved on
from the man I once loved
and now I can live my life
for God above.
No longer do I dwell
on the memories of the past
for they are no longer.
No, they cannot last.
I feel free
to go and live my life
as I battle any
and all strife.
So from this day forward
I will say out loud
that I've got God,
and I'm single and proud.
ChainedI sit in my little bubble up high
Where it is safe for me to play and laugh,
Where I will not be mocked if I cry,
My little hut of peace,
From where I long to go to the East,
Yet my dreams are dying, deceased.
In their attempt to force my endeavors to cease.
Bang, from my bubble I fall
My world around me crumbling
Into life's vicious brawl
An angel flies low to grab me
Cold and dark is my landing
In life's bleak darkness I am stumbling
How am I still standing?
For her, even in the dark, an angel's face I see.
As I drag myself up and forward,
Along a dim and muddy path,
Their ideals bring me to a place
Where the darkness is the light
I must be silent to avoid their wrath
And every step is a struggle, a fight
A perfect world for them, is mine in disorder
Heavy are the problems of their life,
Thrown upon me as chains
I now carry their expectations,
As I bare my teeth through the pain
They deny me a visit from an angel
One day maybe a wife
But no they will curse me with vile accusations
Alternate UniverseAlternate Universe
Words sent back and forth
as a story is born
in another world of little worth
for when writers are quite worn.
One comment, then another.
Creation of mother and sister,
and of father and brother
with miss and mister.
Characters are created
and plots may twist.
So be careful of what is stated
or the story may be missed.
This is the world of a role player
where one can be a king,
werewolf, or dragon slayer.
It all comes down to one thing.
Can you keep up with this great
world of story writers?
Where there's no hate
and no real fighters.
VisitorA stirring in the night makes
you slowly lift your head,
Paralysed you glance down
over, across your bed,
Knocking at the window, then
A creaking of the floor,
The noise it stops,
The silence drops,
And then you are a scared.
A glint of a light,
quivers through the night...
Then suddenly a burst of fire
explodes throughout the room,
Filling every darkened shadow with
a vibrant hot red fume,
A figure emerges from the floor,
Expanding 'til it can't grow no more,
Clumps of heavy fur rest
over, across its eyes,
Its twisted spine shapes like
the curve of a half moon,
Whimpers escape your lips,
you shrink beneath to your sheets in fear,
begging that this retched beast,
Isn't really here,
Thunk, thud goes its weighted feet as,
It treads closer, nearer...
And its bloodied claw reaches to you
Everything returns to black.
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