Hey iedereen, ik heb een paar gedichten geschreven, elk met een diepe, persoonlijke betekenis. Ik zou graag willen weten welke jullie mooi / niet mooi vinden en waarom. Dan kan ik mijn stijl daarop aanpassen. Als blijkt dat mensen ze mooi vinden post ik er nog een paar. Dit zijn ze:
A tear she has never cried
Dark coloured waters flow by
Each drip, a tear she cried
Kneeling there, her head down
Every minute the river gains a tear
She has tried to stop the torture
To run out of the forest she’s trapped in
But tripped over something every time
Crawled back to those dark waters
And repeats her usual behavior
Once she was out of tears
And got this tiny little push
She fell into the river
Drowning in her own tears
She prays to god she will get out of it
Waiting to drop a tear
A tear she has never cried.
The lost warrior
This dark forsaken place
Was once known just by a lonely girl
Doomed to live there forever
While crying tears of blood
Then she heard this awful scream
And steel clattered to the ground
She ran till she found him
Covered in blood, close to death
And desperately tried to grab his sword
The lonely girl took the sword
And tried to defend him
As long as she needs, she will fight
Fight for this lost warrior
Forsaken Soul
Forsaken Soul, calm and cold
Unlucky life, lies have been told
Consequences deserved, nothing to show
Knife on my wrist, blood will flow
Mother disappointed, father cries
Youth is doomed, happiness dies
Life as punishment, death as reward
Infinite torture, life is hard
Forsaken Soul, calm and cold
Entering hell, flames unfold
