My newest poems

[mia]

(Ok these are my newest poems, they are all relitvely short but they are mine none the less....)

'Alone'
Have I not faced hardship, have I not faced pain, have I Not seen moonlight in a blood red rain, must I suffer From this imortal curse, must I always be alone for all Eturnity, must I only cry, it seems so...

'Crying Wolf'
There do you hear it; as it crys alone; as it calls for it's Equal and wishes all night long, can feel it's sorrow or It's lonelyness, there do hear that reply; it has found It's soulmate and the run and play in the night.

(I wrote this one a long time ago and no longer feel this way but I'm gonna post it anyway)

'Broken'
You have shatered my haert and left me to pick up the Razor blade peices that are all thats left; alone in the Darkness; left here to cry, I see the light in the tunnel But I can only watch.

[--+Caspian Risen+--]

Cool, as always, Fudge.^^

[mia]

thanks.....I wrote these in September and forgot about them untill I went threw my student planner and found them again....

[--+Caspian Risen+--]

Ok... Do you have any more, may ask?

[mia]

You can ask but all the poems I'm working on now are still in the editting phase....

[mia]

The wind blows, the robin sings; nethier is really noticed just like me, I help all I can but they never see that I'm here, they use me and then forget about all that I have done; how I was there when no one else was; how I helped them up when they fell down, but do they ever thank me; no they take me for granted; just like the humbel robin and the ever shifting wind....

Silence; my sweet and peaceful silence is all I really have, the trainqule quiet is all there really is, the cold selfishness that is human is all I really see, all their endless questions are all that I can stand, all their bitter hatered is the only thing I feel; so where has my sweet silence gone?

(This is the proficy I wrote for Torren)
One will rise who is too evil
One will come who is too good
'Twixt the two, a witch shall flatter
And there by open wide the door

Pain and suffering as they stumble
Blood and fear before they lear
Woe betide this springtime Eden
Now the value of those who morn

Beware the watchers in that hour
Bar the doctors from the house
Scholars will but nourish evil
Scientists would raise it high

Let the devil speak his story
Let him rouse the angel's might
Make the dead come back to witness
Put the alchemist to flight

Slay the flesh that is not human
Trust to weapons crude and cruel
For, dieing on the verge of wisdom
Tourted souls may seek the light

Crush the babes that are not children
Show no mercy to the pure
Else shall we have no sprintime
Else shall our kind reign no more.