erick44
11-20-2008, 08:20 PM
Hello everyone here are two poems that i managed to find just now the first one i wrote with alot of anger (bad day) lol and my second was written for somebody how wanted to see how quick i could stur up a poem. well i wrote one within 8 mins lol hopefully you cant tell it was rushed Enjoy :)
I Am...
I am the dark I am faith
I am what fills your heart with hate
I am the future I was your past
Don't fight it because I'm here to last
I was creation I was beauty
I am your smile and fury
The serpent and the spear
Throw your fist in the air and show no fear
I am ice and fire
I am what fill's the heart with devious desires
I am your inner power and true strength
As deadly as sin as beautiful as a flower
The bringer of night the bringer of death
Look up at the moon and draw your last breath
The father and now the master
Your mind is mine to shatter
You'll fight me as if I were mortal
A stab to the heart and a slit to the throat
As the men fall they will realize their error
They will realize their true horror for I am them
You cannot kill what you cannot control
I shall burn the mind
I shall drive them mad
They shall look to the heavens and ask why
They are imperfect and now must all die
Thou story shall live on
Unlike their soul which is now gone
They were dust and to dust they became
Their bodies rot and thrown into the flames
They paid with their life which was barely enough
They thought they were though they thought they were brave
Such fools to think such things
And now they wonder and lie in their forsaken grave
They shall rise again to deliver more pain
More will rise, ones created for solemn war
Chaos will grow and spread, destroying everything in it's path
And God will not help them so they wont bother to ask
I Am. Destruction
Erick Milton Lipe Rivera
This one, for you
A boy was once told he was fragile
He had black hair and a simple smile
His life complex and confusing
Thought his life he was losing
He knew one girl with red hair and a gorgeous stare
The boy thought of them as a pair
For he had something he wanted to share
With her mind, her body, her spirit
And all he wanted was her to hear it
But the girl had someone, a man in which the boy did not agree
He dreamed of her, to one day hold her hand and flee
The girl wise as she was still had a weakness, she had made a mistake
She had kissed the boy earlier on, she beat herself for it knowing that her weakness could end what she worked so hard for with the man, so that day she took a stand
She told the boy to leave and that she did not want to see him no more
The boy was shocked, felt forgotten and rocked
He went home that day with a poem he had wrote her
He looked to the cloudy skies, as it started to rain, he felt the cold pain
He looked at the envelope holding the poem and threw it onto the road
He felt sadness all around for all he wanted was to be sound
A few months passed, the girl was alone again, being one of her fears
She was sad and angry for she had made mistakes that could not be fixed
She looked through her phone and saw the boy’s name
She stopped and though she had put this boy to shame
She knew he probably was not the same
Put she picked up the phone and dialed
He was in his room each day that had gone by had taken something from him
His life truly seemed fragile and dim
He had made it through these forsaken days he thought
So strong I must be he told himself
He was getting ready to go out when he heard the phone ring
He picked it up and said what’s up
When he heard a soft voice on the other end he felt a weak but sudden assurance
Could this be her? he asked himself
She said hello how are you? ive missed you
The boy simply agreed
She told him what had happened the last few months before asking what was new with him
He said nothing much and told her he had to go
Without a bye he hung up
With a confused face the girl hung up the phone,
only then did she remember what she had done to him on that rainy day
She had told him to leave her life to leave her alone
She also remembered him looking up at her in the rain
his black hair dripping with the cold acidic summer rain for he had been holding something unsure of what it was , he never told her
she closed her eyes and felt some regret but said he would have been the end of me
the boy finally stepping outside the door he hugged himself and shielded himself from the chilly breeze of autumn as he closed the door he walked down the road
life is a book he thought, the author is never happy even when the best story is already written
the boy turned on the street corner to go thru a cat walk
Remembering how this had once been a beautiful summer path
Now all the leaves fallen and trees naked, he kept walking.
By Erick Lipe 08/30/2008
I Am...
I am the dark I am faith
I am what fills your heart with hate
I am the future I was your past
Don't fight it because I'm here to last
I was creation I was beauty
I am your smile and fury
The serpent and the spear
Throw your fist in the air and show no fear
I am ice and fire
I am what fill's the heart with devious desires
I am your inner power and true strength
As deadly as sin as beautiful as a flower
The bringer of night the bringer of death
Look up at the moon and draw your last breath
The father and now the master
Your mind is mine to shatter
You'll fight me as if I were mortal
A stab to the heart and a slit to the throat
As the men fall they will realize their error
They will realize their true horror for I am them
You cannot kill what you cannot control
I shall burn the mind
I shall drive them mad
They shall look to the heavens and ask why
They are imperfect and now must all die
Thou story shall live on
Unlike their soul which is now gone
They were dust and to dust they became
Their bodies rot and thrown into the flames
They paid with their life which was barely enough
They thought they were though they thought they were brave
Such fools to think such things
And now they wonder and lie in their forsaken grave
They shall rise again to deliver more pain
More will rise, ones created for solemn war
Chaos will grow and spread, destroying everything in it's path
And God will not help them so they wont bother to ask
I Am. Destruction
Erick Milton Lipe Rivera
This one, for you
A boy was once told he was fragile
He had black hair and a simple smile
His life complex and confusing
Thought his life he was losing
He knew one girl with red hair and a gorgeous stare
The boy thought of them as a pair
For he had something he wanted to share
With her mind, her body, her spirit
And all he wanted was her to hear it
But the girl had someone, a man in which the boy did not agree
He dreamed of her, to one day hold her hand and flee
The girl wise as she was still had a weakness, she had made a mistake
She had kissed the boy earlier on, she beat herself for it knowing that her weakness could end what she worked so hard for with the man, so that day she took a stand
She told the boy to leave and that she did not want to see him no more
The boy was shocked, felt forgotten and rocked
He went home that day with a poem he had wrote her
He looked to the cloudy skies, as it started to rain, he felt the cold pain
He looked at the envelope holding the poem and threw it onto the road
He felt sadness all around for all he wanted was to be sound
A few months passed, the girl was alone again, being one of her fears
She was sad and angry for she had made mistakes that could not be fixed
She looked through her phone and saw the boy’s name
She stopped and though she had put this boy to shame
She knew he probably was not the same
Put she picked up the phone and dialed
He was in his room each day that had gone by had taken something from him
His life truly seemed fragile and dim
He had made it through these forsaken days he thought
So strong I must be he told himself
He was getting ready to go out when he heard the phone ring
He picked it up and said what’s up
When he heard a soft voice on the other end he felt a weak but sudden assurance
Could this be her? he asked himself
She said hello how are you? ive missed you
The boy simply agreed
She told him what had happened the last few months before asking what was new with him
He said nothing much and told her he had to go
Without a bye he hung up
With a confused face the girl hung up the phone,
only then did she remember what she had done to him on that rainy day
She had told him to leave her life to leave her alone
She also remembered him looking up at her in the rain
his black hair dripping with the cold acidic summer rain for he had been holding something unsure of what it was , he never told her
she closed her eyes and felt some regret but said he would have been the end of me
the boy finally stepping outside the door he hugged himself and shielded himself from the chilly breeze of autumn as he closed the door he walked down the road
life is a book he thought, the author is never happy even when the best story is already written
the boy turned on the street corner to go thru a cat walk
Remembering how this had once been a beautiful summer path
Now all the leaves fallen and trees naked, he kept walking.
By Erick Lipe 08/30/2008