Vigor rises up to spread,
But liberality, takes the hit instead,
It saves the day dressed in cerulean blue,
Although conflagration, was mighty too.
They clash together, as blue and red.
As water and fire, from live to dead,
Will one take the trophy? Will one take the prize?
Will one of them even...come out alive?
Scared and shivering, and, stuck in the middle,
I thought and I thought, and made up a riddle,
"Blue and vermilion again collide,
Which would you take?
Just...which side?
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Crimson tears...
My pasts memories flow down my face,
Remembering all that joy I embraced,
I never thought that today would come,
That I would be listening to a different drum.
The beat was nice and familiar, true.
But my feelings, emotions still passing through,
I had to find a different path,
Where happiness, was spreading its wrath.
I got a map and explored the maze,
Filled with traps and fiery blaze.
I found an opening, and came inside.
Got in the car, then went for a ride.
Nearly captured I ran away,
But remembering my past, I had to say,
"I'll fight and win this brutal day,
I'll FIGHT and WIN." I had to say.
So I gathered my strength, and pain to kill.
It was hard and brutal, but what a thrill.
I slashed their arms while leaping high,
I touched and reached, the cerulean sky.
And after such a wonderful feat,
I stand attention, as they admit defeat.
Remembering all that joy I embraced,
I never thought that today would come,
That I would be listening to a different drum.
The beat was nice and familiar, true.
But my feelings, emotions still passing through,
I had to find a different path,
Where happiness, was spreading its wrath.
I got a map and explored the maze,
Filled with traps and fiery blaze.
I found an opening, and came inside.
Got in the car, then went for a ride.
Nearly captured I ran away,
But remembering my past, I had to say,
"I'll fight and win this brutal day,
I'll FIGHT and WIN." I had to say.
So I gathered my strength, and pain to kill.
It was hard and brutal, but what a thrill.
I slashed their arms while leaping high,
I touched and reached, the cerulean sky.
And after such a wonderful feat,
I stand attention, as they admit defeat.
Destruction
'Despair'...no other word counts.
'To care...not in my vocabulary.
Darkness, yes, my favorite color black.
The sun takes 12 hours of what I lack.
To kill, to murder, all morbid shall spread.
The graveyards, the coffins, shall wake up the dead.
With this mighty power, no one can exist,
Not even the corpses or dead could resist.
A violent dark life, that I shall tread.
The prophecies, and the crystal had said.
I will take it in, as a present, a gift.
I will except pain, so hatred may lift.
I will do my duty, to take over peace,
I will rob all happiness, and love I will cease.
'To care...not in my vocabulary.
Darkness, yes, my favorite color black.
The sun takes 12 hours of what I lack.
To kill, to murder, all morbid shall spread.
The graveyards, the coffins, shall wake up the dead.
With this mighty power, no one can exist,
Not even the corpses or dead could resist.
A violent dark life, that I shall tread.
The prophecies, and the crystal had said.
I will take it in, as a present, a gift.
I will except pain, so hatred may lift.
I will do my duty, to take over peace,
I will rob all happiness, and love I will cease.
The Aptitude Of The Cerulean Sea
Aptitude, giving discretion a chance,
Inevitably, the black waters advance.
Leveling, with the king demon himself,
Poseidon! His anger could rip out your health.
He slashes the waves to the left, to the right,
The heavens scream out, that hell declares fight!
Madness, insanity, spreads to the living,
For never there was, such a word as 'forgiving'.
Black water takes over, while islands just sink,
The people too crazy, too stupid to think.
The ruins surroundings, vanishing in thin air,
We humans right now, never knew it was there.
Inevitably, the black waters advance.
Leveling, with the king demon himself,
Poseidon! His anger could rip out your health.
He slashes the waves to the left, to the right,
The heavens scream out, that hell declares fight!
Madness, insanity, spreads to the living,
For never there was, such a word as 'forgiving'.
Black water takes over, while islands just sink,
The people too crazy, too stupid to think.
The ruins surroundings, vanishing in thin air,
We humans right now, never knew it was there.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
LEEWAY
Liberty at last, and happiness commence!
Hatred, pain step back, joy and love, immense!
Freedom found again,and punishment denied,
Death and blood fall down, vitality alive!
Misfortunes of the world, absurdly vanish in thin air,
Sadness eliminated, joined by liars and despair.
Hell has met its end to death, and devils drown in fire.
The dark teachings of the world, now has no one to inspire.
Black is without void, for light has taken over,
Heaven won the bet, for finding the four leaf clover.
The battle now was finished, terminated and done,
While mounting up its sword, liberties aptitude begun.
MAKING POEMS AND SAYINGS ARE REALLY FUN!
Hello readers, I know you guys have been reading my blog for some time, so I guess I should tell you when I do it, how I do it, and why I want and love to do it...
The very first poem I wrote was when I was in grade4. I did it during math class while drawing my new comic. I showed it to my seatmate and he said it was really nice. I guess that's where this really cool habit of mine began and started to develop as one of my favorite hobbies. In grade 5 I wasn't really a professional or anything like that but I got quite famous in my section for making maybe about 5 to 10 poems, if I try to think about it now, I guess all they cared about then were the catchy words and the rhymes. Anyway, when I got to grade 6 I hardly made poems or drew until my seatmate which was a guy inspired me to make more poems, especially the morbid kinds he said, I was really excited and all pumped up especially since that I wasn't getting it just from my family but from someone I had just met! I said to myself, "If someone I had just met truly believes in me...then why shouldn't I?!" At that time I was solving that very answer I had challenged myself to do, and I found it in a few months.
I was born and ready to write!! Every morning during English class I got always got a pencil and paper to make poems with my seatmate. He would always start with the 1st line cause it wasn't really my specialty while I would write the next line that had to rhyme. We had loads of fun everyday making more and more of those crazy morbid poems. I guess you can call those kind my specialty:D. Ever since that happened I promised myself and even wrote an oath that I would never give up writing...or drawing!
The very first poem I wrote was when I was in grade4. I did it during math class while drawing my new comic. I showed it to my seatmate and he said it was really nice. I guess that's where this really cool habit of mine began and started to develop as one of my favorite hobbies. In grade 5 I wasn't really a professional or anything like that but I got quite famous in my section for making maybe about 5 to 10 poems, if I try to think about it now, I guess all they cared about then were the catchy words and the rhymes. Anyway, when I got to grade 6 I hardly made poems or drew until my seatmate which was a guy inspired me to make more poems, especially the morbid kinds he said, I was really excited and all pumped up especially since that I wasn't getting it just from my family but from someone I had just met! I said to myself, "If someone I had just met truly believes in me...then why shouldn't I?!" At that time I was solving that very answer I had challenged myself to do, and I found it in a few months.
I was born and ready to write!! Every morning during English class I got always got a pencil and paper to make poems with my seatmate. He would always start with the 1st line cause it wasn't really my specialty while I would write the next line that had to rhyme. We had loads of fun everyday making more and more of those crazy morbid poems. I guess you can call those kind my specialty:D. Ever since that happened I promised myself and even wrote an oath that I would never give up writing...or drawing!
uniting dark and darker
Your hate, my pain,
And our intent to kill one another,
Shall perish and connect as one of my most,
Impassioned and emotional effort.
Therefore, from now on we shall make a bond,
Like no other that will hopefully never brake,
By uniting as one to save this cruel and,
Not perfected world we all live in,
Hanging on with only one source of vitality...God.
We must to protect it, us and all it's,
Living embraced within,
By making heavy light vermilion splatters of,
Happiness, health,
And the power to forgive.
And our intent to kill one another,
Shall perish and connect as one of my most,
Impassioned and emotional effort.
Therefore, from now on we shall make a bond,
Like no other that will hopefully never brake,
By uniting as one to save this cruel and,
Not perfected world we all live in,
Hanging on with only one source of vitality...God.
We must to protect it, us and all it's,
Living embraced within,
By making heavy light vermilion splatters of,
Happiness, health,
And the power to forgive.
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