Old Poetry (Blast from the past)

[kofkazon]

Just recently (like a hour ago) had a blast from the past from a old site I use to post poetry on before moving on to other media. One of my fans sent me the link to some of my old works that I wrote years ago and I thought it would be cool to share them with you all. Trust me they are not the best lol, but was a place where I got my start.

(EDIT: said link is not working for some reason so will post one of my poems here)

The Deadman:

May it be told that he shall come when the bell tolls.
You will hear the church bells speak like never before.
With every word they speak, they tell of a warning.
The first toll is that he has risen.
The second cry is that he is coming.
The third and final toll is that he is near.
The bell's voice grows silent and thunder will soon follow the silence.
Lightning will be seen in the dark hellish sky.
You shall be consumed by fear when the storm comes.
But in the mist of the confusion that will swarm your mind; you will hear that of a song of sorrow and death.
Before you could think any other thought, you will meet the risen.
You will meet the apprentice of Death, the one who follows the darkness, and he will stand before you.
When he does, you will soon rest in peace.

[Wumbl]

I still really like this very old poem of mine - on my creative writing course we were asked to write a poem about a fictional character and I picked Yevgeny Borisovich Volgin. It's called "kuwabara". I haven't written poetry in a long time but I think it's neat.

I extinguished flames just to watch
the rushing of the squirming steam.
I took an axe to a branch just to hear
The wood’s hollow creaking scream.

I took a blade to her one night,
watched her cry, watched her fight,
just to feel my soul ignite,
it felt to me close to a dream.

Perhaps I have a beast within me, snarling,
wondering what it would be like to feel
compassion, love or understanding,
but in love and war, only pain is real.

There was something about him, you know,
some light he flaunted, bravely glowed
through rushing winds and tumbling snow.
My tainted heart was his to steal.

When those who I once put my faith in
revealed their long-fanged hissing jaws,
I lost my love and my legacy
to the snake I had caught in my own claws.

As all I had built had been in vain
I watched it crumple within their flames
and as I died in thunder and rain
The beast cowered, licking his paws.