Sceptical Stories

These are several pieces of poems I've made. Every ''chapter'' is a poem. Each poem means something different. Some poems are a discription of very rare dreams I've had, and some are based on specific situations I've been in or want to be in. Unless some of you will never exactly know which things happened in reality and which things are completely fictional, I hope you can still relate to it, because you've maybe felt the same emotions in your life, or have thought about the same things. And I hope you will just enjoy the way I write my emotions down. If there's one or more poems that you really want to know more about, like its meaning or story behind it, you can always ask me.

To redo life in his own struggles, A day to day handy man put up in Prison after being told he was the killer of his beloved. After 16 years and no retribution, And find out he has to survive in a mad apocalyptic world with a woman he just met, Dealing with with there own deeds and trying to stay alive. But with so many thing going on a twist may in to there lives unexpectedly. Will they succeed in this or let the road change. The fact is this may lead to many things like laying down in a pool of there own blood and lies but keeps their hearts Racing to stay alive to see what is round the next corner.

Each and everyone of us has their own imagination of this world.

Some say it's haunted. Some say it's a load of rot. Legend says that a murder happened, the death of the lighthouse keeper. The murderer disappeared into the night, never to be seen again. Legend has it that the lighthouse keeper still resides in the building, awaiting someone to enter the lighthouse. --- 60 years ago, the murder of the lighthouse keeper was across the news. Everyone in the small town of Wells, Maine heard about it. Even in the present time, everyone is weary about entering the building. Legend says that the lighthouse keeper resides in the building, waiting for a victim to walk in. Arwen Lake wants to test that theory, in the dead of night.

She gave me a black flute"now this my child is how you'll conquer all gloom.

Her voice came out in a whisper, I felt the warmth of her hand against mine. "Isn't it crazy that this world is so big, but we can never seem to get really, truly lost?" But then again how could anyone help but search every corner of the earth for someone like Carina Knight?

In one world, the best-known cheeky smuggler in the galaxy, looking out for good deals and unafraid of consequences. In a completely different world we call our own, an obstinate 16-year-old who rolls her eyes as she sees her young brother fascinated over what she calls "useless, pathetic spaceship adventures." Now let's say both of them find themselves face to face.

Another poem