ReynardKitsune
04-09-2008, 03:13 AM
its been so long since i composed a new poem coz i am afraid to do so and have doubts about my poems
( harsh critiques and comments welcome!! )
just a random prose
i stare towards the velvet moon, excruciate pain ran through my body i knew, at once the curse had befell on me as the shadowy figures lurk in the shadows the tattered capes and eyes of blood red crimson. the face, lighter than life.
my whole world fell as i collapse on my bed. lifeless, as the croaking of the frogs turned demeaning and my whole world pitch black.
in the hope or fear, i don't know which i could imagine myself as a blood thirsty vampire fallen to the dark side my soul clustered with the thorns of apocalypse
o, help me (mind swirling and drinking coca cola and blood dripping down my neck( tomato juice ) the voices from things growing on a graveyard approached me and with pure viciousness reached for my hand phone, the creepy hands approached me. my hands gripped onto the hand phone i hastily dialed '999'.
the door broke open with the misty silhouetting and fading in causing a reflection of their face eyes wide nasty. with a gimmick to his plan he dashed towards the zombies and in a blink of an eye struck them down with a power rangers toy figurine ( each sold separately batteries not included) " a false creation" he choked. " what is going on!" i bellowerd
" NOTHING!" he roared. " you just have to stay here pal, and continue getting paid for being in this poetry" the other purred. "ew" i thought as i was about to puke.
( to be continued) gtg to school
( harsh critiques and comments welcome!! )
just a random prose
i stare towards the velvet moon, excruciate pain ran through my body i knew, at once the curse had befell on me as the shadowy figures lurk in the shadows the tattered capes and eyes of blood red crimson. the face, lighter than life.
my whole world fell as i collapse on my bed. lifeless, as the croaking of the frogs turned demeaning and my whole world pitch black.
in the hope or fear, i don't know which i could imagine myself as a blood thirsty vampire fallen to the dark side my soul clustered with the thorns of apocalypse
o, help me (mind swirling and drinking coca cola and blood dripping down my neck( tomato juice ) the voices from things growing on a graveyard approached me and with pure viciousness reached for my hand phone, the creepy hands approached me. my hands gripped onto the hand phone i hastily dialed '999'.
the door broke open with the misty silhouetting and fading in causing a reflection of their face eyes wide nasty. with a gimmick to his plan he dashed towards the zombies and in a blink of an eye struck them down with a power rangers toy figurine ( each sold separately batteries not included) " a false creation" he choked. " what is going on!" i bellowerd
" NOTHING!" he roared. " you just have to stay here pal, and continue getting paid for being in this poetry" the other purred. "ew" i thought as i was about to puke.
( to be continued) gtg to school