He takes what he is not suppose to have.
Even though he knows its not right
He tries to control other peoples live.
He is much like a leech, because he takes what is not his
Sucking, and feeding until everything is.
Devours peoples will, and crushes their soul.
Steals their hearts, and comes back for more.
Never happy. Just wants more.
His dark mind are twisted with evil
Nothing, but the thoughts of sucking the life out of ones life.
Some fear him, and others bow before him.
He takes whatever is not given freely, and takes even more.
Death comes around those who are around him,
and he grins when he knows he has broken souls.
He is always wanting more, but when he comes to me
I'll not give in.
He will not have his way.
For I'm stronger than that.
He is not all power like he thinks
For I know he is just a mortal like me.
Now he is angered, because he can't enslave me.
I'm not the easy, and I won't give in.
So I'll stand against him, and I'll fight.
He is not apart of my life.
He takes what is not his, and I'll throw him in jail.
I'll be his end, and I won't fail.
I run in the darkness,
tears run down my eyes.
I see the blood running down my legs,
but I can't stop.
I must move on.
Dity is what I am.
Now I lie in fear of my legs to be open again.
I must keep secret of my fears.
For no one will believe a girl like I.
I must keep quite.
Again I lie before my ememy, and he takes what is not his.
It hurts, and this time the pain I can't bare.
He looks at me with delight.
For he knows he has the power.
I'm just some toy he likes to mess with.
Nothing more to his eyes.
I'm just there for his liking, and
it does not matter how much I hurt.
For he does not care, because to him
I'm just toy, and nothing more.
You would never dream I'd be ok.
Thinking that you'd cause my fall.
No, it just made me wiser.
For now I know how to deal with people like you,
and all those hateful things they do.
I'll be more careful when you come around,
and don't think you will be the reason I fall.
Your just not the important enough.
Sorry to break it to you,
but I've learned you just can't trust everyone.
Not everyone is what they seem,
and thanks to you.. I know
I know about hurt, and the pain.
Everything you do to try to get to me.
Even know about cheating, lying, and rap.
All those things some men try to play.
I'm not your toy, and I'm your girl.
You can shove this poem where it hurts.
For no one is like you,
but I'm happy at that.
You are so messed up,
and its you who need the help.
The way you hurt others is not right.
One day you will be the one to fall,
and learn that all those things you do will come back to you.
Originally posted by vaya_the_elfPersonal experience? Or just some random thought that came to you?
You would never dream I'd be ok.
Thinking that you'd cause my fall.
No, it just made me wiser.For now I know how to deal with people like you,
and all those hateful things they do.I'll be more careful when you come around,
and don't think you will be the reason I fall.Your just not the important enough.
Sorry to break it to you,
but I've learned you just can't trust everyone.Not everyone is what they seem,
and thanks to you.. I knowI know about hurt, and the pain.
Everything you do to try to get to me.Even know about cheating, lying, and rap.
All those things some men try to play.I'm not your toy, and I'm your girl.
You can shove this poem where it hurts.For no one is like you,
but I'm happy at that.You are so messed up,
and its you who need the help.The way you hurt others is not right.
One day you will be the one to fall,
and learn that all those things you do will come back to you.
Originally posted by vaya_the_elfOh, right. You need say no more. That piece is more a declaration rather than prose like. Good nonetheless. Maybe if you change the wording to something more poetic, I'm sure the meaning will still remain the same. Would you like an example? Okay.
Yes.Most of my poems are things I feel.
This is yours:
Not everyone is what they seem,
and thanks to you.. I know
Revised:
No one is ever what they seem,
for from you...my eyes are opened.
Bit of a stretch for me, but the gist is the same. Not necessarily something you need do, but a suggestion is all it is. Take it or leave it, choice is yours.
Originally posted by vaya_the_elfI won't even ask.
He takes what he is not suppose to have.
Even though he knows its not right
He tries to control other peoples live.He is much like a leech, because he takes what is not his
Sucking, and feeding until everything is.Devours peoples will, and crushes their soul.
Steals their hearts, and comes back for more.Never happy. Just wants more.
His dark mind are twisted with evil
Nothing, but the thoughts of sucking the life out of ones life.Some fear him, and others bow before him.
He takes whatever is not given freely, and takes even more.Death comes around those who are around him,
and he grins when he knows he has broken souls.He is always wanting more, but when he comes to me
I'll not give in.
He will not have his way.
For I'm stronger than that.He is not all power like he thinks
For I know he is just a mortal like me.Now he is angered, because he can't enslave me.
I'm not the easy, and I won't give in.
So I'll stand against him, and I'll fight.
He is not apart of my life.He takes what is not his, and I'll throw him in jail.
I'll be his end, and I won't fail.
If you really work this, I can see as a powerful statement that can reach into the hearts of many, if you so desire.
Originally posted by Drackett
I love Vaya keep it up
Thanks 😮
Originally posted by NunYahBidness
I won't even ask.
But there is a glimmer of a truly wonderful piece here. A sad and miserable truth to something that may be just your imagination or a hint of reality. Not my place to delve.If you really work this, I can see as a powerful statement that can reach into the hearts of many, if you so desire.
T'was on the broken battlefield,
Defeat closed in, I meant to yield,
But as I turned to flee in fear,
Saphira whispered in my ear,
Courage, courage, little one,
Fight on until the battle's won,
And should you fall at your foe's blade,
Then this day was a Rider made,
Fighting when he nearly ran,
He rather chose to fall a man.
I turned and drew my sword up high,
Charged and roared a battle cry.
I met my foe and then we clashed,
Dodged and swung and punched and slashed,
Until at last I threw him down,
Our blood pooled on the muddy ground.
Staggered back, I hunched and fell,
Glad to know that I'd fought well,
Proud to know the battle won,
But most of all that I'd not run.