Poems from mimiirox
I may not be a happy poet. I may not be a perfect poet. I may not be a poet who can move a million with a few short words. But make no mistake, for I am, and always will be, a poet.
A savage beast it is,
Crawling through the darkest realms
This heart is an abyss,
Disguised by rotting, barren elms
Tear through broken...
Blade by blade,
Shall stand and fall
Until we fade,
Then death may call
Shine like steel,
Ringing sounds
Pride we feel,
And spread...
I used to see these letters,
As ink on sun-kissed sand
But now they are feathers,
Five fingers of a hand
I thought I'd already devoured,...
It rises, the moon,
On the bleakest night of all
The sun shall set soon,
Then begins the fall
The fall of all things great,
Of mankind's...
Crash and burn,
Live and learn,
What thoughts thrive in that flighty urn?
Do or die?
I'd rather lie,
Than tell the truth, and never fly...