As I walked along that road, which leads down to the untold,
I think to myself 'Why do I do this-
Relinquish myself unto the abyss?'
I stepped into a pitch black hole, silently pondering my upcoming role,
The task before me unavoidable,
The past behind me unignorable.
Down and down the great tunnle crept, only fear is what I kept,
Tenaciously clinging to my soul,
This fear followed me through the hole.
By and by I saw a light, the glowing orb increased my might,
From deep inside my bodily depths,
That bit of hope no longer slept.
Gethering my newfound strenght, I plowed on forward inch by inch,
I continues walking then started running,
It was uplifting and my feat were drumming.
Adreniline pumping from head to toe, shadows jumping to and fro,
The light grew near and banished all fear,
Telling me that I was wanted here.
But then I tripped and lost my footing, I hit the floor the sound was grueling,
I could not tell if I was bleeding,
I could not interpret what I was feeling.
Then it hit me like the floor, that I had failed to reach the door,
The thought of inferiority loomed,
Above my head it spelled out doom.
It was there I continued to lay, it is there that I lay to this day,
Mabey one day I will rise,
And not succumb to my demise.
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OK, I don't know how this works... can I double post for each seperate day?
Until I find out I'll just edit things in....
Her
Two sparkling eyes
Glistening in the moonlight
Piercing the black night
You should really scan the picture for the dragon poem.
To explain to those besides Elemental, the first poeam was the picture of a dragon with a rider, and the poem was sort of the outline for it. Very very cool.
Ringing
Ringing bells wake me
I run doen the stairs
I trip over my backpack and stumble outside
Catch that bus! my brain yells
Waving my arms i catch up to the bus at the corner
As I step through the door, i hear giggles
"WERE ARE YOUR PANTS?!"
------------------------------------------------------- Loss #7
The squeeks of skidding sneakers
On the hard wood floor,
The clash of wooden weapons
Attacking the orange ball.
The speed and skill of the oppositon
As they come nearer to the goal,
The tension and crippling pressure
From the outcome that is sure.
The shot rings out and everyone stops
Crys from the enemy sound and my head drops,
The anger and rage and inferriority
Felt by the one whose top priority
Was to defend between the pipes.
----------------------------------------------------- Fight or Flight
Run sir, run away,
Let your little feet bring you to a better place
Dont stay her, were war and death threaten you,
Stay sir, remain here,
Let your little knees not buckle beneath you,
Stay here and make a difference,
Run sir, run away,
Stay sir, remain here.
Cool night breeze nips at my skin.
A faint outline of moonlight behind clouds lends some light to the dark.
Silence holds all but my shoes, constantly reminding me I am not home.
You should really scan the picture for the dragon poem.
To explain to those besides Elemental, the first poeam was the picture of a dragon with a rider, and the poem was sort of the outline for it. Very very cool.
to start off:
Flight of the Dragon
I had a dream late last night; Upon a dragon I took flight.
Let Your Imagination
Bring It To Being]
The Journey
Relinquish myself unto the abyss?'
I stepped into a pitch black hole, silently pondering my upcoming role,
The task before me unavoidable,
The past behind me unignorable.
Down and down the great tunnle crept, only fear is what I kept,
Tenaciously clinging to my soul,
This fear followed me through the hole.
By and by I saw a light, the glowing orb increased my might,
From deep inside my bodily depths,
That bit of hope no longer slept.
Gethering my newfound strenght, I plowed on forward inch by inch,
I continues walking then started running,
It was uplifting and my feat were drumming.
Adreniline pumping from head to toe, shadows jumping to and fro,
The light grew near and banished all fear,
Telling me that I was wanted here.
But then I tripped and lost my footing, I hit the floor the sound was grueling,
I could not tell if I was bleeding,
I could not interpret what I was feeling.
Then it hit me like the floor, that I had failed to reach the door,
The thought of inferiority loomed,
Above my head it spelled out doom.
It was there I continued to lay, it is there that I lay to this day,
Mabey one day I will rise,
And not succumb to my demise.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
OK, I don't know how this works... can I double post for each seperate day?
Until I find out I'll just edit things in....
Her
Two sparkling eyes
Glistening in the moonlight
Piercing the black night
You should really scan the picture for the dragon poem.
To explain to those besides Elemental, the first poeam was the picture of a dragon with a rider, and the poem was sort of the outline for it. Very very cool.
Ringing bells wake me
I run doen the stairs
I trip over my backpack and stumble outside
Catch that bus! my brain yells
Waving my arms i catch up to the bus at the corner
As I step through the door, i hear giggles
"WERE ARE YOUR PANTS?!"
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Loss #7
The squeeks of skidding sneakers
On the hard wood floor,
The clash of wooden weapons
Attacking the orange ball.
The speed and skill of the oppositon
As they come nearer to the goal,
The tension and crippling pressure
From the outcome that is sure.
The shot rings out and everyone stops
Crys from the enemy sound and my head drops,
The anger and rage and inferriority
Felt by the one whose top priority
Was to defend between the pipes.
-----------------------------------------------------
Fight or Flight
Run sir, run away,
Let your little feet bring you to a better place
Dont stay her, were war and death threaten you,
Stay sir, remain here,
Let your little knees not buckle beneath you,
Stay here and make a difference,
Run sir, run away,
Stay sir, remain here.
Singing loudly, singing strong, voices converge in a choros long.
Dancing wildly, dancing fast, feet tangle in a moving mass.
A faint outline of moonlight behind clouds lends some light to the dark.
Silence holds all but my shoes, constantly reminding me I am not home.