This is dedicated to SakuraFaerie because her collection of poetry "Paintsplatters" inspired the style. :)
Enjoy!
From across the room I see
her
They are all the same
young
and beautiful
But they are imposters.
They killed us out of envy
Took our lives in their
rage
They were jealous of our youth.
I ran.
I hid.
I was a coward.
I watched
as my friends were slaughtered for their lives that were too... lively.
But she is not like them
She is genuine,
true.
No guilt,
No regrets
No hesitation in her eyes.
There is no room, for they
Burst
With life, with love and with youthful lusts and longings.
"Let's go." Her eyes call to me.
Frantically
I search the room.
It's not right.
But it is far from wrong.
A crowd,
A herd
A mob of stolen bodies
Push past me but I find her eyes again.
I want to go-
Need to go
Away from this place.
Where it is safe.
What is safe?
Safe is not me.
Safe is my life.
I hate my life.
She is waiting. She is not safe.
Again my eyes search the room
Everyone here is
DEAD
But not her. And not me-
yet.
I am young.
I am impulsive.
I am an adrenaline junkee.
I am their slave
I look into her eyes
"Screw it." I say.
A smile
It dances across-
Unheard of
It blossoms-
Unheard of
It gives life to-
UNHEARD OF!
Her beautiful, youthful face.
The air has been still for far too long.
Waiting,
Longing
anxiously
to realize its purpose and to
Live.
I run
something they would never dare to do
The cool air graces across my neck and
propells
me towards her.
They watch
They stare
They cower in fear
They do not deserve this.
We do.
We deserve to run,
to dance and to live
to love
And
to be f r e e
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
Poetry"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty." -Edgar Allan Poe
