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Post by Arivse on Dec 11, 2013 8:28:24 GMT 2
Made another one few months ago, but didn't finish it for some reason. Today I added the ending and wanted to post it here. On this one, I tried something else than usual, I tried to make it a bit different than my few last ones. Tell me what you think about it, if you want Little girl in blackThere she was, little girl in black. She didn’t fit; nor did she quit, she was the only girl dressed in black. She tried, cried, yelled and soon gave up. Her life was written in the stars to be fucked up.. Life as she knew was over, she didn’t rot, she didn’t die. She only wanted to be herself; ” too fucking bad” said the life. Then came the prince, with faulty love and the shiny armor. He was poison for the girl in black since he wasn’t her Amor. Killed her from inside, rotten her to the core. Filled her with hate and anger to the point she whispered no more! Cuts and stitches were now her family. More than feelings and her life’s gravity. She float in the bubble of her mind. Unknown for the life of different kind. Until she met a person who was nice and kind, Too bad she used him up and didn’t mind. Life was nowadays just a game to her. She was lost and didn’t care. The little girl in black…
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2013 19:56:48 GMT 2
Made another one few months ago, but didn't finish it for some reason. Today I added the ending and wanted to post it here. On this one, I tried something else than usual, I tried to make it a bit different than my few last ones. Tell me what you think about it, if you want Little girl in blackThere she was, little girl in black. She didn’t fit; nor did she quit, she was the only girl dressed in black. She tried, cried, yelled and soon gave up. Her life was written in the stars to be fucked up.. Life as she knew was over, she didn’t rot, she didn’t die. She only wanted to be herself; ” too fucking bad” said the life. Then came the prince, with faulty love and the shiny armor. He was poison for the girl in black since he wasn’t her Amor. Killed her from inside, rotten her to the core. Filled her with hate and anger to the point she whispered no more! Cuts and stitches were now her family. More than feelings and her life’s gravity. She float in the bubble of her mind. Unknown for the life of different kind. Until she met a person who was nice and kind, Too bad she used him up and didn’t mind. Life was nowadays just a game to her. She was lost and didn’t care. The little girl in black… I recall it. I guess some of the best poems come from genuine experiences...
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Post by maris on Dec 24, 2014 3:22:12 GMT 2
Has been awile but my recent trip to Iceland and seeing the northern lights there had inspired me to write once again
Dancers Of Light
Streaks of light dancing around in the midnight skies alongside with the stars, waves crashing on the rocks the lay ashore. The colors green, red, pink, purple, yellow and blue; All are trying to outdance one another
Cheers and laughter can be heard in the distance, also a group started singing songs that can be traced back to ancient times. In the end green wins the aerial battle, though it doesn't get to celebrate it's victory for very long. Pretty soon the clouds are retaking and claiming their rightful place in the northern skies once again.
For tonight the dancers will have to be content with this brief but impressive performance; And have to be patient for when the clouds call in another retreat in order for them to dance again alongside the stars and moon.
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