| My very own style of poetry! I call it the De-ja-vous style... Is that how you spell it? |
| My very own style of poetry! I call it the De-ja-vous style... Is that how you spell it? |
EveBack before time began, There lived a woman, and a man. They were sent from the sky, To see if the could get by. They were told to stray from one tree, That bared the fruit of mortality.Eve
In a world they could live forever, With life and beauty so clever. The leaves so green, The blue of the streams, The colors of the petals The animals that scuttle, The rain drops so clear, The fires that sear. All form the world so graceful, For the man and woman so peaceful.
The woman strayed away to see, A snake that said to thee, &nbs
HearingI can't hear his voice And it's not a curse, or spell. I am not evil.Hearing
I don't make the choice, For who Satan will expell. I can't hear him kill.
I want to rejoice, Though I can't understand well, To defeat his will.
I can't hear his voice And it's not a curse, or spell. I am not evil.
SpeakingI write my story, To whom can read it aloud. For I cannot speak.Speaking
It will read to thee, "Satan won't hear us out loud. Not a sound or creek."
I'm not cursed you see, For it is great without sound. Satan stays oblique. I write my story, To whom can read it aloud. For I cannot speak.
SeeingI am not evil, Because I am different. Don't do this to me.Seeing
I'm not like you still, I do not see Satan's mark, On this world you see.
I cannot see hell, Or the plague that keeps hope dark. I'm trapped within thee.
I am not evil, Because I am different. Don't do this to me.
CompassionCompassion can only be so giving Tears fall upon the hurting of despair There is nothing harmful in forgivingCompassion
Amongst the dark ways of blinded living Someone somewhere offers timeless care Compassion can only be so giving
A cycle of pain and shadowed throbbing Makes one believe such ways are only there There is nothing harmful in forgiving
For someone higher still is believing This misery can pass with patient flare Compassion can only be so giving
Yet fires can be both sides flickering Despondency will cause the soul to wear There
Angels Dont Always Have WingsAngels don't always have wings, Sometimes they come into your life, Then before you know it, They're gone,Angels Dont Always Have Wings
Angels don't always have wings, Sometimes you've known them forever, They've helped you through the tough times, They hold your hand.
Angels don't always have wings, Sometimes you've never met them, They have saved you, You may never know them.
Angels don't always have wings, Sometimes you are someone's angel.
ShadowsShadows. Pallid hands reaching, With crimson nails. Through the crevices, Lunging forward, To the only living thing: Me.Shadows
Darkness. Trailing from the gaps.
Following the hands, Searching for flesh, For blood.
The vicious hands lurch forth, One finding purchase, Clamped on my wrist. I hear smoldering flesh, And a searing pain, Floods my senses.
Burns. Sanguine scorch marks, Across my arm. The imprint of fingers. The devil's hand.
The waxen limbs grow closer. Bony shoulders,
| Hello! My name is Joey, I play the piano and do karate, I enjoy doing various styles of art. Feel free to ask me any questions. Thank you! |
OMG!!! Im a friggin GROUPIE!!!
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