I know I don't write in here often but here's a few poems I wrote to express, so if you like them ok, if you don't, to bad. I have a comment line. Don't post. lol
WITHIN MY DREAM
I once fell to a sleep in which I could not awake
In which I turned, without a thing to take
Feeling small, and unbareably weak
For a life in which living was a treasure to seek
Light was a thing that was unknown
The sky was a place where birds had never flown
Flowers were wilted to where they stood
Standing at attention though their lives were took
Passing by the rivers of which were black with trash
Saying a word, in which coast me a whiplash
This place was of pain, in which it seemed to love
A place with no hell below, or heaven above
Just a lost state of mind beyound that of understanding
Where the living were dead, and the dead were standing
Beyound that of the blackend hearts
Water of which tasted bitter, and tart
This place was not of that in which I came
It was a test, in which the lesson was pain
You wouldn't bear to hear what happened when I awoke
That it turned out the world I had just left, was in which the reality that was broke
A world in which is real
Place where you can't make a deal
This place was reality, and I awoke into a dream
To never be free
Of that real nightmare of which scares even me
A place of lonelyness to await
The next time I go into that dream like state, in which I am really awake......
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The Last Hawk's Last Story
One last story to go to bed on. A dream awakened
I am..
A writer
A father of two
And that one guy in the crowd of people that go one way to safety, to be the only idiot rushing in. -.-'
Jeez, to bad I couldn't be that other guy. *Points at Donald Trump*
A writer
A father of two
And that one guy in the crowd of people that go one way to safety, to be the only idiot rushing in. -.-'
Jeez, to bad I couldn't be that other guy. *Points at Donald Trump*