My Book of Poetry

School Poetry

With a sickening thud.

It may quench the fire,

But here comes the flood.

My mind is wondering

At what has been burned.

All that was wasted, and

That could of been learned!

Away I fled,

Into the night

And found my way

To a forest by light!

Don't even try!

That moment is gone

So follow the sunset

It's time to move on.

The heat waving off of the fire,

Gives the public what they desire?

Too many unwanted thoughts,

Ties my heart into knots.

Where the philosophers you're supposed to acknowledge

The fast city, the city of acceleration,

The culture is dead, there is no creation.

Here comes the plane, dropping the bomb.

There is nothing, now the city is calm

What can you find on a shiver, on a flame?

One is calling, calling your name?

She who is gone, told of the breeze.

Now she watching, all that she sees.

In world so black, she is ablaze!

Her skin a pure white, glossy her gaze.

Look inside her, an angel has awaken

A Crystal reflection in her eye, my soul has been taken

What can I do, as one who wields ember?

What can I do, to show I remember?

The pages are crisp, struggling for flight

As the ashes glide silently into the night.