still veritably afraid of darkness....and anything related to it

Sorry for the delay of plans,
But you know who I am, and you know how I stand.
I'm a cat in the day,
Not at noon, not at night.
I don't care what they say,
But I trust all I sight.
I'm a hero, as long as dusk stays away,
For I am to its bidding, day after day.
I don't change where there are shadows,
I don't snore when I sleep,
I don't touch the cold pillows,
All these secrets, I do keep.
For I am a warrior,
Day until noon.
But one of these days I'll crack,
I just know I will soon.

LIFE BATTLES

I said, "There is no need to worry,
For I will attend the war single handedly with this precocious smile locked within my face.
Cautiousness step back, bravery embraced!!
These are the characteristics of of a genuine soldier.
For a questionable face beats a ll other expressions that wish to demolish it.
A false one like you carries none other than nonentity and unreasonable insults.
In the end of this obvious battle, we shall see the paper with all the rightful results, inevitably in favor of me.
Your hatred for me and my expressions collide,
Though not touching each other, there was pain inside.
Your words felt worse than the excalibur itself,
While my plain timid reactions affected your health.
Yes, the battle was tough and grim sad to say,
But I had defeated PAIN that very day.

Night Sensations

Ah, the nice sensations amidst the dimness all around,
Quiet, creepy, scary, all the shrieks and screams abound.
Wind that softly whistles to the windows in the house,
It could have been a message of your late spouse.
Hearing footsteps creaking while thunder strikes it's roar,
Coldness in the air and nightmares together soar.
Hearing police sirens and ambulances screech,
Bungles in the radio, to keep their lives they beseech.
Goosebumps were countless, and scars and blood and deaths,
Before hearing the victims last words they suck they last breath.

FORGivEneSs

Cutting edge vermilion sparks,
Flow from lifeless bodies.
Even though it's light or dark,
They never stop their studies.
Shrieking gasps of lifeless beings,
Hearing horrifying sounds,
Listening to people dying,
Vitality is drowned.
Farewell crimson color,
Goodbye to life itself.
So long to the horror,
That wiped out all my health.
Stepping in the after life,
Not knowing where to go,
Holding nothing but a knife,
So much guilt to bestow.
I'm, sorry for the deaths I've caused,
Allow me to withstand,
The torture You have laid for me,
And now holding in Your hand.
I'm sorry for the vigor,
I once risen long ago.
Please forgive and listen,
Before I turn onto a crow.
I do not wish to vanish,
I don not wish to go,
I do not want to perish,
I wish to serve and row.
I want to be Your servant,
Believer and all good,
I will be the best disciple,
And everything I should.

Some of these poems are by me and my seatmate Placido....

such as.....
an eclipse in my eye, black water, rage of darkness, and it is the graveyard season.
He always makes the first line cause that's not exactly my specialty while I have to make the next line to make it rhyme:))...
It's really fun cause our teacher hardly taught us a thing in grade 6 so all we did in 4th grading were to doodle and to make cOol poems!!!:))

CUTING edge POWER

this poem is by me and my classmate placido: A-stands for ana and P-stands for placido

A double edged sword-p
Hidden in a world never explored-a
The angels of death protecting it-p
While the angels of life omit!-a
The god of death interferes-p
Protected by trusted brigadier-a
And holding the note of death-p
While gulping dozens of meth!-a
But the God above has come-p
And flicks the clowns like crumbs-a
While crushing them like bugs-p
Liberty we hug.-a