- Created By XxRainbowWayxX
A Little Inspiration is all You Really Need
Sipping on a cup of hot milk tea.
Rain creating its very own sea
right outside of my front door
I snuggle warm, grabbing my notebook from the floor.
Pencil in hand, I began to write
of a wondrous, dark, stormy night.
Nothing could ever come close to a feeling like this.
Not even one's own first kiss.
To write a story in a riddled tone.
To get out emotion when you're feeling alone.
Imagination flowing with no boundary.
A wonderful world, in which I know I'm free.
Hot mug against my pale lips,
the breeze outside, I imagine it nips.
Safe inside as another masterpiece is being created.
For an inspirational storm I have waited.
Locked Away
Locked away in their own special place,
never cared too much to show their face.
Each of them falling far from grace.
Haunting everything that I do,
but some remind me of happiness, too.
You'd never understand it all, would you?
Monsters laughing at every move I make.
Creatures taunting me until I break.
Will I always worry about every step I take?
Fear of my questioned past.
Feelings that should never last.
Times I wanted to go by fast.
Sad times in dealing with loss.
The ones that are despised, but you cannot toss.
They are the ones we all come across.
Pure joy. Moments far from hell.
Passion, in which you never kiss and tell.
Those simple moments that, for once, ended well.
Have you ever met the ones that confused?
The ones that have your mind completely abused.
It's worse when they all become fused.
Memories and thoughts are mysterious creatures.
Each of them have their own special features.
Some belong safely locked away as our own personal teachers.
Beautiful Curse
Honesty, the beautiful curse I bear.
For I cannot lie. For this to you, I swear.
Trouble is with me throughout time,
for I can do nothing but speak my mind.
A torturous curse, yet a wonderful gift.
All the feelings I hurt, all the spirits I lift.
Lies, such cruel words that spill from your mouth.
A wonderful gift to you, no doubt.
For me, I'm lost in honesty,
spilling the truth for all to see.
~The whole plot of this poem is for my story character, Foxx E. McCane. In his past, he was kicked out of his home as a child, and wondered the streets alone. One day, a demon drew poor Foxx into the woods, and when the he was nearly dead, a female demon stepped in, and saved him. This demon, to save his life, replaced his eye with her own. Now that demon is a part of Foxx, and part of her power belongs to him. Though, this does not come without a price. Foxx, along with a few of his other powers, lost the power to lie.
Sorry about the long description. This is one of my older pieces, but I still hope you enjoy ^^
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