Sodapop Allerdyce's Poem(s)

Second Poem about Professor Draven Sabatt (this time, centering on his lushious locks and little revealed of his golden depths)

Free Flowing

streams of orange streaming down his features
like a rushing river reflecting the sun during sunset
the sun's rays shimmer and dance amongst the silky locks
an echo to all things shiny and precious
the gentle breeze takes great delight in tossing it about
allowing the strands to flow about in the air like water
graceful and smooth in performance
harsher the wind is, strands become like whipes
lashing about as it pleases
flowing over and about to where it's safely planted
rising and falling like the tide
water curving and racing about the stones
that lay in their path as they make their great journey to the sea
long streams of fair hair going from north to south
speaking, whispering, experiencing of many seasons
the grand transformations of mother earth's phases
passing by all of god's creations
time like sand in the wind getting blown away by the changes
sweapt away to the unknown and familiar
the warm autumn tone of the free flowers
cannot be tamned by any mortal living being
wild and free as they should be
their great lengths tell a hidden story
hue and value can reflect the owner
like a being's aura that one exudes
although this owner is a wise traveler and hunter
knowing when to remain hidden from all prying eyes
mirrors seeking for his reflection
a glimpse into an unknown
oceans of gold underneath the painted sky in orange
another great mystery for this earth
as is the rest of him
to remain out of sight and all true knowledge
a kind deception and barrier he beholds
on guard for whomever attempt to seek the gold

losing grip upon the wall of fate
once knowing how to stick to them
climb their great heights

(a short poem about spider-man when he was losing his powers throughout the sequel movie) - need work, i know!

those eyes behold the colors of the ocean
mirroring great depth and mystery
dark canyons of the sea floor below hide secrets
many sailors have tried to reach those fathoms
diving but to only find it hopeless
like a fruitless hunt for buried treasure

with every attempt made towards the darkness below
must the ocean's current shift it away
further into the aybss to remain invisible
amongst the florishing plants of the sea
not to allow even a sparkle of hope
to shine through to the surface
the creatures that swim about this ocean
must be on their guard and protect this treasure
way too many souls have prying eyes
greedy hands digging their claws into the fragile soil
ripping, nipping at the shield surrounding the unknown

desperately, brudily reaching for what is more
seeking the other side to this ocean's kind nature
for they know all too well that something lurks there
just waiting to be discovered and excavated
brought up to the surface and placed in a glass case
something precious to display to the world
parade it around like their pride and joy
on a high as if someone discovered the lost city
of atlantis off the shores of greece
the sea will be broken by dispare from this loss
if it were possible to get past the great barriers
when a sun rises in alarm in the gentle blue skies above
a sign of great warning for the ocean to shift its current
move away from land and broad shores
away from thrill seekers lingering there
for someone who has eyes like the ocean
must be careful of whom he allows into his inner circle
to rest near his shores and gaze into his depths
or at least catch a glimpse of what he offers
and allows to float up to the surface
a mask, a shield to his other side
to his darkest depths of unknown
forever a great world of mystery
being a wandering ocean is never easy

First Spider-Man 2 Poem (about Peter Parker's greatest secret, his dual identity as Spider-Man)

Colors of the Ocean

those eyes behold the colors of the ocean
mirroring great depth and mystery
dark canyons of the sea floor below hide secrets
many sailors have tried to reach those fathoms
diving but to only find it hopeless
like a fruitless hunt for buried treasure
with every attempt made towards the darkness below
must the ocean's current shift it away
further into the aybss to remain invisible
amongst the florishing plants of the sea
not to allow even a sparkle of hope
to shine through to the surface
the creatures that swim about this ocean
must be on their guard and protect this treasure
way too many souls have prying eyes
greedy hands digging their claws into the fragile soil
ripping, nipping at the shield surrounding the unknown
desperately, brudily reaching for what is more
seeking the other side to this ocean's kind nature
for they know all too well that something lurks there
just waiting to be discovered and excavated
brought up to the surface and placed in a glass case
something precious to display to the world
parade it around like their pride and joy
on a high as if someone discovered the lost city
of atlantis off the shores of greece
the sea will be broken by dispare from this loss
if it were possible to get past the great barriers
when a sun rises in alarm in the gentle blue skies above
a sign of great warning for the ocean to shift its current
move away from land and broad shores
away from thrill seekers lingering there
for someone who has eyes like the ocean
must be careful of whom he allows into his inner circle
to rest near his shores and gaze into his depths
or at least catch a glimpse of what he offers
and allows to float up to the surface
a mask, a shield to his other side
to his darkest depths of unknown
forever a great world of mystery
being a wandering ocean is never easy

Cruel Murder (of Ravens)

Dark hues
Greasy feathers
Shrill cry shattering the peace
Lurking about the valley
Leaving a thin veil everywhere
The universal sign of forthcoming dread
Bringing death and misery upon swift wings
Lingering presence like a depression
Becoming submerged within’ a deep pool of never ending sorrow
Cascading tendrils of salty tears supplying the enormous lake
Droplets of water falling from the heaves above
Flowing down the mountainous terrain of emotions
Pure blue skies consumed by a dreary storm
Fluffy white, effortless clouds bowing down to merciful winter
Facing such harsh conditions cause nature to slowly freeze over
Withering away any signs of life
Cold chills turning anything that it touches to ice
Flowers and creatures becoming trapped within’ clear crystal
Like a mosquito to rich ember from a distant era
Once lush land, now barren and desolate
No longer can this frozen desert be considered home
Much curiosity coupled with desire to movie a million miles away
Transfer and regroup to another valley of paradise

Yo whats up bop 🪩

nothing much, finally having a more productive week by gettin' out of the house more often to hang with friends and plannin' trips to the coast/beach. you?

I loved that one girl! totally on the spot!

Lava: in your opinion, what did you think the poem was about?

Sixth Installment to "Forever in the Dark"

Dangerous Addiction

no one knows me
no one truly understands me
i've been addicted to the darkness for far too long
i need to find a way back to the light
where i know that everything will be alright
what i say now may seem like a cliche to you
my conviction not having much value
for i have spoke of this so many times before
but please believe when i say this
that i'm trying to find a way to turn the tide
to prevent me from drowning within' my mad world
that is as deep as the ocean
filled with unshead tears of sorrow and regret
if i continue to explore the mysterious water
surely, i'll be lost forever within' an illusion
the surface will freeze over from winter's harsh breath
blockading my escape to what is more
i am not willing to go out like this
never have i tolerated a dishonorable, disgraceful death
ignoring the siryns' calls from below the earth
to where a world is consumed by an eternal fire
i'm too aware of what awaits me down there
a million miles of pure living torture for the rest of my days
that is not something that i am looking forward to
what i'm trying to say here is that i'm not going to give up
i won't back down from the light
a shimmer that is inviting and clear in my mind
all i have to do is to seek it
redemp myself for past wrongs
to have it wash away my sins
evaporate my demons and forget my dark past
i am not ready for hell to swallow me whole
i would like to have a second chance in life
so that when the day comes that i may die
i would have the opportunity to go to heaven
so that i can live out the rest of my days in peace
for knowing only hell can truly break me
cause me to shatter to pieces
fire melting, burning my few precious memories
rare red roses in my lifetime
pealing away by outter shell
leaving me bare and open
open to welcome in more demons
that idea frightens me
having no choice but have to face this
a death that repeats itself a thousand times over
making me unable to forget
what i've done
where i've been
the repulsive being that i've always been
a dark soul has many layers of filth
so hard to wipe them all off
gone from existance
i try my best and with all my known strengths
to pry it all away
but, alas, only with my imagination can this seem easy
my grip grows weaker with the passing time
time flys by and i get wearisome of it
wasting my time just by thinking too much
tearing away at my own being for allowing myself
to get this bad and mutaleted
but, all is not lost
i have learned one thing
during this phase of self reflection
i am dire for another human companion
someone who is as scared as me
and wishes to escape his inner hell
to share burdens with one another
to lift a part of the load off our shoulders
so that life won't be so hard anymore
upon those who have suffered
and desire to see better days
i am confessing to aide
such an alien, unknown concept to me
but, my moment is dire
and i'm left with no other options
either to seek help from another
or let myself waste away from the inside
allow my soul to slowly fade
face and mind's eyes losing mobility
to conclude it all by killing myself
starting from the inside on out
becoming an empty shell of nothingness
these sort of thoughts strike such fear
chills run up and down my spine
my whole nervous system quivers
making my body feel like ice
feeling numb and paranoid to nothing
not a single thing around me matters
to me anymore during this anxiety attack
i must make my grand escape
before it's too late for this poor soul
panic fills my mind as i rush forward
into the unknown
making my way towards the welcoming light
before it snuffs itself out forever
my heart bounds wildly within' its cage
now do you believe in my conviction?
can i be freed of this damnation?
released from these balls and chains
that have been weighing me down
in this chamber with no light but from the window
may i be bailed out of this jail that i call my life?

*claps* bravo mon ami😄....💃 marvellous as always✅

why thank you, mon ami! 😊 *bows* *hugs*

for the seventh installment for forever in the dark, i'm considering to write it in a song format. have my lyrics sound like and play off/based off of three doors down's "this road i'm on" or "talk shows on mute" by incubus or something by nickelback or fuel. sound good?

for dangerous addiction, it originally started out to be a song and based off of "iris" by the goo goo dolls, but that didn't work out so well.

no problamo😄*hugs bak*..

✅ sure does😊..

😱 i love that song! ( Iris) *steals cd and listens to it*😄....

have you heard most of those songs that I mentioned and which sounds best to you besides Iris?

i know! 😱 that song is like a total classic! 😍 🤘

there's no love left in her eyes
no compassion to bring a demise

(a short lyric sample that's based on/played off of dave navarro's solo single, "rexall"😉

there's no love left in her eyes
no compassion to bring a demise
hollow on the inside
she cries that her life is a tragedy
a sad story that no one deserves to know
keeps all of the pain bottled up
ready to burst upon the unfortunate
rage and violance is the only way
that she can express this untamed creature
trapped and burried under her burdens
getting the feeling like she's getting closer
to being six feet under without really being there
all she needs it to take the blunge
summon up the courage
if she can find some to grasp upon
something real for once
in her entire miserable life
with no light to show support
to guide her when she falls
hurting from the knives and scars
from past demons long dead
desired to be left forgotten

(i'll continue this poem/song when i get back from dinner)

hmm...i'm wondering if i should do a poem that pokes fun at my friends...namely allie and jenni *cough cough* 😆 j/k 😊