Welcome to a new segment called - Early Works! Where you get to take a look at some of my early work and then laugh at it. (I mean not all of it was bad...) So we are going to start with poetry.
The first poem is the one that won a spot in the collection of poetry, was on an audio book and then won a plaque.
Born Of
I was born of the blood,
And I will die as one.
I have killed with pleasure,
And I have killed with sorrow,
But all of these deaths had a purpose,
And each have been avenged by the devil himself.
I'm one of the devil's own-
Born of the shadows to live
And be strong; to hunt, not to be hunted.
I will live as the blood as I was born.
My blood, heart, and soul are all of the devil's.
I came from his hand,
And I will die the same way.
The next one is another that I wrote a long time ago, right after Born Of. It's in similar fashion to Born Of.
Whispers
The dark whispers to me and says beautiful things.
It shadows my joys and fears
And speaks to me through all my tears.
It beckons me to come and shy away from my loved ones.
I listen to its promises as I lie awake at night,
Hoping to hear its dreams for me to help me choose my side.
I can't decide to go,
Or stay around this side I so well know.
When the dark whispers in my ears it makes me feel so secure.
I better choose soon,
Before it passes me and goes on to you.
This one was written many years later. It's called Another Day.
Another Day
I lay on the floor
tears in my eyes,
lies I can no long hide.
I need to know the truth,
I don't need this abuse.
I need to hear your voice,
please don't leave me here alone.
I need someone to hold me,
I need to be told.
I need help from a face unknown.
I know I'm dying inside
even if I look happy on the outside.
I know I need help,
but how do I take your hand?
I've lived alone,
fought my battles
without the light telling my where to head,
when to hide.
So when you try to help,
sorry if I push you away,
please, no matter what I say,
hold on and fight with me, another day.
Cause I know,
I can't do this alone,
I've tried it, it's true
so please,
hold on to me,
and fight by me another day.
That one was written to a boyfriend (an ex) clearly my skills of poetry went downhill... Alright one more. This one is called Outsider.
Outsider
I've always felt like the outsider,
like no one really cared,
like all the people would just stare
sometimes I felt like a loser,
someone no one liked
they didn't think I had feelings
you be surprised that I do.
I always knew I was different from the start
but what that makes me an outsider
I was never taught
so when you see that one person
sitting all alone
don't call them an outsider
you might be the next one
in the dark
Which was your favorite? What did you think they were about? Let me know in the comments below?
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