Some of my old poetry...
Ok, so these aren't Torchwood, but they are a sample of some of the poems I've written over the years....
Shadows Child
I stand in the darkness
and watch the child cry.
Sadness and fear
are etched on her face.
I step forward
and kneel next to her.
She turns towards me,
lifting her tearstained face.
I brush back her hair
and she gives me a sad smile.
I ask her why she is crying.
"Don't you know?" she asks.
"I am you,
the part you left behind.
I've stayed here in the shadows.
Since that day they hurt you,
we've been apart."
I asked her name.
Smiling sadly,
she shook her head.
"You allready know me.
I am that thing you lost
on that far away day.
Fear and distrust
has kept us apart."
With those words,
she was up and running,
calling back
that i would find her again one day.
Sitting there in the shadows,
i suddenly knew who she was....
.....Innocence lost.
For A Friend
I sit and watch him,
encased in a darkness
that I can't break through.
I stretch forth my hand,
reaching for him in his torment,
drawing it back in pain,
frozen from the coldness.
Silent tears run down my face,
turning to icicles on my skin,
each one drawing from my well of sorrow.
But still I sit,
waiting, hoping, watching....
I will reach him one day.
Untitled
Swirling currents of raw passion
pulling me under to drown,
ebbing and flowing around me.
Exposing my emotions,
pouring like salt into my wounds.
I fight to breathe,
my body burning and empty,
shaking as another wave crashes over me.
I see his eyes,
like a dark moon,
forceful in their intensity,
controlling the tides of ecstasy.
Primimtive.....
animalistic....
I feel myself surrender.
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Huddled in her dark corner,
she hides the tears upon her face.
She clutches the pieces of a broken heart
in her torn and bloody hands.
Her soul lays in tatters around her,
like a beggars cloak mended too many times.
Her mind, bruised and bleeding,
echoes with silent screams of despair.
Shadows Child
I stand in the darkness
and watch the child cry.
Sadness and fear
are etched on her face.
I step forward
and kneel next to her.
She turns towards me,
lifting her tearstained face.
I brush back her hair
and she gives me a sad smile.
I ask her why she is crying.
"Don't you know?" she asks.
"I am you,
the part you left behind.
I've stayed here in the shadows.
Since that day they hurt you,
we've been apart."
I asked her name.
Smiling sadly,
she shook her head.
"You allready know me.
I am that thing you lost
on that far away day.
Fear and distrust
has kept us apart."
With those words,
she was up and running,
calling back
that i would find her again one day.
Sitting there in the shadows,
i suddenly knew who she was....
.....Innocence lost.
For A Friend
I sit and watch him,
encased in a darkness
that I can't break through.
I stretch forth my hand,
reaching for him in his torment,
drawing it back in pain,
frozen from the coldness.
Silent tears run down my face,
turning to icicles on my skin,
each one drawing from my well of sorrow.
But still I sit,
waiting, hoping, watching....
I will reach him one day.
Untitled
Swirling currents of raw passion
pulling me under to drown,
ebbing and flowing around me.
Exposing my emotions,
pouring like salt into my wounds.
I fight to breathe,
my body burning and empty,
shaking as another wave crashes over me.
I see his eyes,
like a dark moon,
forceful in their intensity,
controlling the tides of ecstasy.
Primimtive.....
animalistic....
I feel myself surrender.
Untitled 2
Huddled in her dark corner,
she hides the tears upon her face.
She clutches the pieces of a broken heart
in her torn and bloody hands.
Her soul lays in tatters around her,
like a beggars cloak mended too many times.
Her mind, bruised and bleeding,
echoes with silent screams of despair.