Old poems, part two ( 3 poems)
I'm back with more old poems! I'm also going to try to write some more fanfiction today and see where I can go with that.
Again, huge thanks to Sharmaine. I love you<3
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This first one was written ages ago. No seriously .___. I was such a n00b back then, but I like the general feeling this poem gives me, and that's why I'm publishing it here. I also spent quite a few hours trying to explain the general idea of it to one of my best friends. He's very talented in writing too (I think so, and no seriously I'm picky as hell), so I appreciate that he liked it enough to analyze it.
'Did you come for entertainment?'
The dead, snowy eyes
They looked past me
And winter took my heart
Made it cry and die silently in the freezing air.
'We're the dead, without a grave' she said.
'You are lost in us and me; I'm charming.'
Did you come for me?
The Queen of Ice asked
And winter ate me whole.
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Fact: I like sharp turns. Like in this poem.
Thought you were gone forever
Thought you were dead
Thought you gave your life up for the drugs
Thought you were white as snow in a coffin now
Thought you had left me for another world
Thought I had killed you.
But I guess I didn't hit you hard enough.
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This third one, I actually have no explanation for. I like it in general, I think. I think it somewhat came from my fear of never being good enough. People either push me, wanting me to be successful or envy me because I'm talented in certain things. I think this poem was written in one of my dark moments.
Prima ballerina
Dancing on soft clouds
Prima ballerina
With tiny porcelain feet
and no one may ever se
how she cries in her dressing room
but the salt is in the air
Prima ballerina
Will become something extraordinary
some day, rather soon
Prima ballerina
Smiles softly for the camera
and tapes her strained ankles
when no one sees
The trophies stand in line
And she gets call after call
Is forced to train hours in a day
every day, Christmas and birthday.
Prima ballerina
barely knows
another way of living.
Prima ballerina
is wanted by many when they see her success
but who wants a
Prima ballerina
with only broken hipbones left?
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So...
Criticism? Death threats? Maybe even.... Praise?
Again, huge thanks to Sharmaine. I love you<3
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This first one was written ages ago. No seriously .___. I was such a n00b back then, but I like the general feeling this poem gives me, and that's why I'm publishing it here. I also spent quite a few hours trying to explain the general idea of it to one of my best friends. He's very talented in writing too (I think so, and no seriously I'm picky as hell), so I appreciate that he liked it enough to analyze it.
'Did you come for entertainment?'
The dead, snowy eyes
They looked past me
And winter took my heart
Made it cry and die silently in the freezing air.
'We're the dead, without a grave' she said.
'You are lost in us and me; I'm charming.'
Did you come for me?
The Queen of Ice asked
And winter ate me whole.
-
Fact: I like sharp turns. Like in this poem.
Thought you were gone forever
Thought you were dead
Thought you gave your life up for the drugs
Thought you were white as snow in a coffin now
Thought you had left me for another world
Thought I had killed you.
But I guess I didn't hit you hard enough.
-
This third one, I actually have no explanation for. I like it in general, I think. I think it somewhat came from my fear of never being good enough. People either push me, wanting me to be successful or envy me because I'm talented in certain things. I think this poem was written in one of my dark moments.
Prima ballerina
Dancing on soft clouds
Prima ballerina
With tiny porcelain feet
and no one may ever se
how she cries in her dressing room
but the salt is in the air
Prima ballerina
Will become something extraordinary
some day, rather soon
Prima ballerina
Smiles softly for the camera
and tapes her strained ankles
when no one sees
The trophies stand in line
And she gets call after call
Is forced to train hours in a day
every day, Christmas and birthday.
Prima ballerina
barely knows
another way of living.
Prima ballerina
is wanted by many when they see her success
but who wants a
Prima ballerina
with only broken hipbones left?
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So...
Criticism? Death threats? Maybe even.... Praise?