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You're a teenager, no longer a child, Lost and trying to discover who you are. Trials to endure and lessons to be learned Rebelling and wishing your childhood away.
Still just a child but recruited to fight. They told us their cause was just and right. They trained us and taught us the ancient lore. An army of youth, assembled for war.
"You don't know me. You can't know me..." We had never even met before yesterday. He motioned for me to sit down and I obliged. He took a seat on the sofa opposite me. "But I do know you.
Bruised knees and tired eyes, This time, her hands are tied. She searched for answers, but came up empty. She doesn't know where she's supposed to be.
And all the times they died, and we cried, Was any of this worth it?.
I loved the way the morning light came cascading through the shuttered window. The blinds couldn't hold back the light, seeping in through every crack. And with it came the warmth of a new day.
"This is not exactly what I envisioned when I asked for a storm." She looked up at the dark clouds flashing bright. Then back at the house. She decided to run for it. And run she did.
We were on totally opposite ends of the spectrum. He was darker than the pit, while I was a radiant light. Like ice and fire.
I was raised by my grandfather, and we traveled around the country together until he died. I was just 15 when I was sent to live with my aunt and uncle. They were nice enough.
It's finally snowing but I'm trapped indoors, From the window, I watch the flurries. White flakes drifting down from the heavens, Swirling, flying, falling fast.
Unseen, unheard, disappeared without a word. Lost and broken, But still hoping For affection, or a new direction. #poem #invisible.
They say I'm too young to be so sad. But this sadness is all the comfort I've ever had. I'm not alone. I'm surrounded by people, Yet isolated in my misery. I welcome sleep, a void free from pain.
Would anyone give me some feedback on my writing. Such as how I can improve, or what you like about it.
I remember when we met again. We both had changed, And nothing was the same. I remember when I got a text from you.
Just three little words. Words I didn't even know that I was aching to hear. Three little words that could mean so much. Three little words that could just as easily be a lie..
I like to write about extraordinary people and surreal places. But I also try to write about the seemingly ordinary moments in everyday life that can be extraordinary if viewed through the right lens.
Do you ever feel like your world is falling apart around you. But you just walk on, unaffected?.
My skin was heated by the warmth of the sun, but the winter wind brought a chill to my bones..
She comes from everywhere and nowhere, A wandering nomad in her own right. Something about her just makes people stare She presents quite a peculiar sight.
Finally, I am free. Free from the curse that had been haunting my family for generations..