A spirit that is wondering finally passes on, then is reborn again as a child. Honestly it was gonna be two seperate poems but I had WB while writing it so I bodged them together quite well I think.
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A long time have I waited for this, my little green friend!
The bedside cabinet,
A clock tick tock,
Throughout the night till seven o'clock.
This dreamless sleep,
A restfull draught,
Till we wake up without a thought.
The lucky ones,
They sleep till ten,
To wake up to hear the bells of Big Ben.
We dress formal,
Smart suits a frocks,
And head to work till six o'clock.
Our lives a repedative pass,
Each day we drone away,
Working hard so we can get our pay.
The day is done,
We head home,
Back to bed again alone.
The dreamless sleep,
A tick tock clock,
It ticks by till we are wrought.
Wake for work.
- Kevin Traynor
The Screams Redux
The Screams return after dark;
Once more our voices deathly hark,
The blood of many have tried their mark,
To escape this unholy evil lark.
Try we all remaining dream;
Of freedom from this bloody seam,
A crack of darkness in a stream,
Where evil creatures eyes they gleam.
Leaping out of shadows darkless;
Running dead leap with cold bloodness,
Only sounds of screaming blissness,
We all quiver at our bleakest.
The light of day comes at long last;
To show the carnage of the past,
To tear our hearts from our cast's,
We dread the return of the darks.
The moon casts silver light of dread;
Us few are running from the dead,
We had tried to fight but lost our heads,
Blood is soaked through screams of red.
The screams.
- Kevin Traynor
Sorry if these are bad, it has been a long while since I have written poetry, or The Screams series, which by popular demand will be continued. Getting worse as all sequels do. Need I mention the recent Indiana Jones disaster? Bah!
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A long time have I waited for this, my little green friend!
How how did you know ?
And thank you,i just finshed things up in my life i got new job and everything.And no i do not talk to him at all i refuse to be played with his pointless games,i don't like the guy hes become.Just to leave it like that im in a new relshonship.
And i lovem your work though,i check up on it time to time.
At every street corner,
In every major city,
They lay in wait,
Their beady eyes brooding under dark hoods.
An evil mind; twisted and insane,
Their motives unclear,
They watch, they see, they know,
Somehow they always know.
They see a young girl,
Follow her,
She panic's, runs,
Another lays in wait.
On the internet they are there,
Waiting,
Knowing,
Stalking. The physcological hoodlum.
They go through your trash,
They plan,
Their minds distraugt,
Looking for information.
"This world we live in, cruel. Unkind."
"The people we live with, vindictive. Evil."
"These cities, unforgiving. Wastlands."
"Death may be one way out. Don't be a fool!"
Death is an excuse for not owing up,
For the probelms we have caused,
Especially with this purgatory world,
The halfway point between heaven and hell.
The Stalkers they will always be there,
Nothing I can do,
Just sit and wait,
Despair, when they are there.
Stalker's.
-Kevin Traynor
I dunno if this is a good poem, but maybe it carries some meaning. Stay safe Camille, be safe.
This was written for Camille a while ago and was posted in her thread, I'm transfering it now...
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A long time have I waited for this, my little green friend!
A single flower grows upon a mountain side,
Its prickly stem the last green on white,
Its silver leaves and tinted black buds,
A warning for those who tred a treacherous path.
But though the plant is frozen, it lives on
With-out complaint for the barren life it leads.
With blue skys threaten gray clouds of snow
Fall down on rocky livery, it laughs.
Frosted flakes speckled green on silver buds
Of the mountain rose whose red flower
Is black from snow. Droplets of ice.
Frozen flower. (A short response)
-Kevin Traynor
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A long time have I waited for this, my little green friend!