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A Devil in disguise
appeared to me and asked:
"What would you do for power?"
Completely powerless, I clenched my fist.
I roared with impotent fury.
Though this world has gone cold and bleak
I shall burn everything with my Flame.
The price of power, I know too well.
For my desire I will be forever lost-
But what matters the punishment?
What matters the crime?
To kill twenty to save thousands...
A Devil in disguise
appeared to me and asked:
"Is this not a noble act?"
...
...
...
No.
I will not hide from what I have become,
but I will not apologize for it, either.
I will restore some life to this barren world.
Even in this cold and dark world, filled with grey,
I swear, I will fight for her.
So I'll take the deal, and come what may.
Patronize me, mock me- see if I care.
For I have faced one thousand swords,
and I will face one thousand more,
so I may never face her tears.
A Devil in disguise
appeared to me and asked:
"For another's sake, what can you possibly do?"
I shall make men kneel and armies bow
for none shall stand against the one I cherish.
I know myself to be afraid, and cowardly at that
But maybe I can save this one life.
A Devil in disguise
appeared to me and asked:
"Why would you destroy yourself?"
For her.
For her, I am the sword that leaps from the sheath;
For her, I am the lance that charges of its own accord.
But my will is mine alone, reforged as a weapon
To strike down all who would dare oppose.
A Devil in disguise
appeared to me and asked:
"What would you do for her?"
Behold, on my back
I shall bear the weight of the world for the one I love.
I shall neither bend nor break.
Behold, on my back
There is no blemish of cowardice or fear.
appeared to me and asked:
"What would you do for power?"
Completely powerless, I clenched my fist.
I roared with impotent fury.
Though this world has gone cold and bleak
I shall burn everything with my Flame.
The price of power, I know too well.
For my desire I will be forever lost-
But what matters the punishment?
What matters the crime?
To kill twenty to save thousands...
A Devil in disguise
appeared to me and asked:
"Is this not a noble act?"
...
...
...
No.
I will not hide from what I have become,
but I will not apologize for it, either.
I will restore some life to this barren world.
Even in this cold and dark world, filled with grey,
I swear, I will fight for her.
So I'll take the deal, and come what may.
Patronize me, mock me- see if I care.
For I have faced one thousand swords,
and I will face one thousand more,
so I may never face her tears.
A Devil in disguise
appeared to me and asked:
"For another's sake, what can you possibly do?"
I shall make men kneel and armies bow
for none shall stand against the one I cherish.
I know myself to be afraid, and cowardly at that
But maybe I can save this one life.
A Devil in disguise
appeared to me and asked:
"Why would you destroy yourself?"
For her.
For her, I am the sword that leaps from the sheath;
For her, I am the lance that charges of its own accord.
But my will is mine alone, reforged as a weapon
To strike down all who would dare oppose.
A Devil in disguise
appeared to me and asked:
"What would you do for her?"
Behold, on my back
I shall bear the weight of the world for the one I love.
I shall neither bend nor break.
Behold, on my back
There is no blemish of cowardice or fear.
Literature
Fear
There is this feeling I cannot shake
Something follows me slithering like a snake
I fear there is something that is creepy
Hiding under my bed when I feel sleepy
I hear the howling of vicious hounds
The beasts malicious and escaping from pounds
I hear maniacal laugh of a clown
I see the undead crawl and frown
There are things stalking me in the dark
Children have been abducted by creatures hiding in the park
There are things unknown hiding just out of sight
These are the thoughts that fill me with fright
Literature
I Am Not Dead !!!
You!
Who are you!
Who are you to call me dead.
I am the author.
I am the poet.
These words you read are mine
and mine alone.
On this work
is all rights reserved.
Who.
Who are you
Who are you to say the author is dead.
With each word i breathe.
The rhythm is my pulse.
The poem is my soul's cry from within me
Contained in this written form.
My poetry is evidence of my life.
I am not dead but alive forevermore.
Who are you to call me dead?
Who are you to disregard my intentions
my opinions, my life
in favor of your own ideas.
To disregard me is to disregard my poetry.
Each poem is a piece of me,
whether i distance myself or not.
I
I am sti
Literature
The Beginning Of The End
Where does it come from?
My imagination
How do you do it?
I don't really know it just... Happens.
Why do you write poems?
So I can try and show the world what goes through my mind.
Who are you?
Just someone like you; a regular person.
Do you like what you do?
Of course I do.
Do you think you are crazy yet?
Why would you ask that?
Can't you see?
see what?
You are talking to a mirror.
Of myself...
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Everyone has that something that they will never give up, the something they will go through hell and back to protect. So I tried experimenting with this concept a bit.
It was fun, but damn, free verse is hard! It feels so weird not to have some boundaries to work within, some guidelines to focus the work. Still not sure if I've got the concept down pat yet.
I tried my best, but forgive me if this isn't up to par.
As always, leave any thoughts you have below, and I hope you enjoy!
It was fun, but damn, free verse is hard! It feels so weird not to have some boundaries to work within, some guidelines to focus the work. Still not sure if I've got the concept down pat yet.
I tried my best, but forgive me if this isn't up to par.
As always, leave any thoughts you have below, and I hope you enjoy!
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What are you talking about, this was amazing! I found myself speaking along with the speaker in the poem and their conversation came so vividly to me.
I take it you are new to free verse then? Well, good practice makes perfect. It'll come to you soon enough.