Summary of Myself: Nature
I am the willows, soft, delicate, and I sway with the storm.
I do not break, I bend and bow.
I am the fall leaves. Brilliant, blood-red leaves.
Red like the rage trapped beneath my skin.
But soon I will fall.
I will fade.
I will crumble.
I will die.
I am the ocean at sunset.
Calm, but with a swirl of sharks beneath, hungry for my blood.
I am the stars on a cloudy night.
Hoping
Waiting
Praying to bee seen before I collapse.
My soul will shatter like a thousand supernovae.
I am the rain.
I help people grow, without thanks nor praise.
I am the fading grey in sunsets. No one appreciates my role, they adore the more beautiful colors.
I am the swollen, grey clouds. A stormy countenance is my face,
And behind it, I hold a thousand tears and thunderous rages.
I am the lonely bird, calling out at midnight,
Only to hear its own mournful echo call back,
Beckoning me to submit to my mind.
I am the ashes.
I have burned.
I have crumbled.
And now, the breeze will carry me away.
I am everything mournful in this world, and I am everything except human.
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Avenge The Broken Ones
PoetryThis is simply a collection of the poems I hurriedly scratch out around midnight. I usually write about whatever stokes my fancy at the moment - usually sad things, or ramblings about love. Depression and anxiety rule my life, so be prepared to exp...