These are my oldest poems from when I was 13, which was over y'now 10 years ago... Havnt really writen since, thinkin bout it tho.

The Sun

Morning light shone through the sky,
penetrating the deep darkness of a deep burrow.
It broke through all of the darkness's defenses and crept
through the cracks and crevices,
iluminating them, waking the living and mourning
the victims of a night creature's hunt.

The Earth

Cracking, crumbling.
Its anger of what humans are doing to it barely contained.
It cries with sorrow from the horrors we have caused.
Global warming, fires, nuclear wars and fighting
are its main threats.
It doesn’t want to lose the battle of life.

Be careful what you wish for.

The Cold

Creeping through the land,
searching for potential victims to feel its
icy-frostbitten touch.
Searching everywhere it can,
feeling, always feeling
for a weak soul it can take,
watching, always watching
for the sun,
which ends its reign of terror
for another night.

Is it just me, or is there a theme here??

Its Over

As I lie on my bed, I think about you, me, us and what once was.
It seemed right, then turned wrong.
Hearts broke, life made miserable.
Thoughts collided, love ended, hate began.
White turned to black, black turned to a grey mist of sorrow.
Everyone was oblivious, they all knew, no-one helped.
I was a solitary figure in life, never moving forwards,
only backwards, losing everything i had.
All because of those two words,
the killing words that break hearts, lives, dreams
and drive you to madness.
Those two little words, ended everything good.
Those two words- Its Over.

Various Shades of Black and Grey

Waves of darkness fly through me, breaking down my walls,
crushing my defences.
Various shades of black and grey flood into my mind,
consuming me, eating away at my willpower.
Why must they force this upon me??
Why must they torment and ravage my soul??
It feels like the hounds of hell are attacking me,
pulling me further away from humanity.
The ones who brought this upon me must be punished,
and they will be. They must suffer what I have suffered,
they must share my pain.
Life has no use for me, it never has.
I feel like I am being pulled into a black whirlpool.
The only person I listen to and notice is the one I love,
have always loved and will always love.
They can pull me out from the darkest depths of my mind,
even if they don’t know they can, even if I just hear their voice.
But they do not love me, not the way I love them,
probably not even at all.

That I Know.



Yes, I did say 13.

What a strange young teen I was...

Lol i like them... i think everyone was a strange young teen lol

Yeah lol Least I wasnt out tagging and stuff...

Actually I think I may have been

cool yo, I liiike

Thanks. Lol that is a sweet as sig man. Especially the um, whast it called... .. .. Um, i dunno. Ill just say the words underneath.