This is one of the poems that was created out of hate. I mean, I don't remember the exact events, but I knew the people that made me boil with anger that day. The first is a boy, then the second was a pair, a boy and a girl, and the third is one of my personal wishes. I hate the first person. He's moody and does a lot of insane things, which I dislike, and to which I hope that he will change for the better (which, by the way, is not happening at all.) The pair became part of my anger because I saw them, which led to the third reason. I don't know why, but my train of thought always leads to the third reason, and then jumps to another of my wishes. I hope this vicious cycle ends.
LIV
THREE DEGREES OF SUMMER
A vision of the heart was sent to me,
Through a sign upon the light
With Apollo's grace and my destiny's face,
The divine truths were bare in sight
The first was unclear, either far or near
'Twas shrouded in darkened cloud
And saw echoes of rust, piled mem'ries of dust
Yelling through on, silly proud
The second was blurred, peace and rage concurred,
On a dab of fire and rain
And the steel key lay still, upon Her Highness's will
Not to unveil more pain
The third was a forest, greens and yellows attest
To the drop of blood on the stream
And the emerald spoke, and the crystals awoke,
Aye, the gem-filled dream
And no more vision set, a drop of blood's regret
Could wash away a breath
And one fragment directs to there, another spreads everywhere
To the distant lands of death
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryThese poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'...
