She was born with a purpose to create, But the stars spoke of a prophecy; That she would leave destruction in her wake.
Born under the moonlight, Her eyes as dark as the night, Her innocence went alight, Led astray from her painless life.
Tortured, hunted and betrayed she was, Couldn’t find a soul who would see who she really was; Depressed she ran away, Found the dark to understand her dismay. Comforted by it subtle warmth, It led her to her kingdom’s silver porth.
She grew more knowledgeable by the day, Till she was able; To rule the land where the dead stay.
Many came to try and conquer her land, But when they came, They met their end, with no accolade; By a touch of her hand, Their bodies turned to little more than grains of sand.
She wasn’t evil, just deeply misunderstood, Only the dark knew she was still good; None knew the pain she endured, Abandoned at birth, Barely found anything to fill the dearth.
She found solace nevertheless, The dark with her, Made her The Dark Empress.
We lie in our class, Not really intrigued or puzzled, By the mundane subjects that keep us muddled. Some may admire the beauty that surrounds us; Of the trees swaying in the winds, Of the cherry blossoms that drop, In the never-failing cold wind. The light which comes through our open doors, The light, not brighter than the people we have in store.
We all are specimens alike, But, behind our mask of mischief lies, A little drop or maybe a bead, Filled with sincerity and virtue so sweet. The little drop that burns and shines, In all our hearts it lies.
We are not mindless wanderers, We are not without destination; Some folks can’t understand, The intensity of our situation.
We have a goal, An aim to be great, But some of us haven’t uncovered our little drop, The drop that can seal our fate.
The teachers say we’re a nuisance, How we trouble their conscience; But how they will miss us, Miss our shenanigans; How we will miss each other when we leave, To the calling of our little bead.
I feel as though a javelin has impaled me, from my back. But the thing is though, that the javelin's invisible and if you hide it well enough, the blood is too. The trick is to walk on like before, as if life couldn't be better, with your head held high even though it hurts, even though you want nothing more than to collapse and cry out your pain. That you want nothing more than to ask some seemingly kind stranger to take out the javelin and dress your wounds. But I think that when it pierced through my flesh, it impaled my heart as well. It's lifeless now, blood running dry from its vessels, my body left to live on only pain and miserable tortures.
There’s a doggy in the balcony, And there is a lovely book in front of me. Why should I pay attention to thee, When it will only result in misery.
The warmth of the bark, loud and clear, Stopped the busy workers, to shed a tear, Stopped the ramblings of an eccentric seer, Let a smile play on the lips of a friend most dear.
The young pup’s bark so joyful and lively, Hints a break from despair, A ray breaking from a bank of clouds, Oh so slightly.
The doggy in the balcony, And the book in front of me, Makes our lips turn up and smile, Smile a smile so lovely.
Light leads darkness, Dark follows light,
Both learned to embrace each other, And listen to each other’s plight.
Light wanted to illuminate the world, Give every corner the warmth of sun, Leave no corner untouched.
Dark wanted to calm the world, And give the peace of night, Give the world peace of mind, from their little trifes.
Light and Dark so different, But their bond was set for sure, Light needs Dark and Dark needs Light; Without this bond, Life couldn’t go on like before.
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Hilo, I like unicorns, murder and cupcakes:D Also am a poet and an amateur writer btw im 14 y/o
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