Well, erm... yeah, some may be good, some my suck. Here's my favorite in the bunch. Written in High school, either 11th or 12th grade, I forget which one.
"My Dear Friend"
The sky is painted in beautiful pink
As the sun dips towards the west
The air grows colder now
as creatures of the day go to rest
The sky then fades from magenta to navy
An the ground is illuminated with the light of the moon
I lay here now, heart clenching in agony
When the sun rises again, it will start again soon
With the coming of dawn begins the cycle
That I so desperately want to break
Each day, I endure their jeers and taunt
Each word causing my soul to quake.
I can hear them now
All their hate aimed at me
I don't want to deal with this
I just want my friend to take me...
My dear friend, I long to see him
I haven't seen him in a while
Not since he nearly took me the last time
Long ago when I was a child
I remember him clearly
as if I had just seen him today
It has been thirteen years
since I saw him that day
He had towered over me
as I lie sick in bed
I knew who he was and wanted him to take me
I just wanted to be dead
His skeletal hand caressed my face
the sleeve of his robes brushed my eyes
He refused me and then he left
While I called out to him, he ignored my cried.
That was thirteen years ago
That was when I was five
I am now eighteen, still waiting for him
Wishing now that I wasn't alive.
I lay here now, dreading the dawn
Wishing for my shrouded friend
But, this night is like all the others
He won't come and bring my end.
As I close my eyes
I feel an icy touch
I open them and smile, he is here
And when I least expect it, I should've figured as much.
He grab his hand and pull onto me
Holding his bony frame close to mine
His skeletal hand runs through my hair
He whispers to me it's not my time
I feel the tears well up in my eyes
All of my hope now gone
But he forces me to face him...
He tells me not to fear the dawn
He tells me I'm a fool
for letting them get to me
He says they are ignorant
For trifling with me
He then caress my neck
and leans close to my ear
I feel his icy breath as he whispers.
"Tomorrow, I will take whomever you wish, my dear"
And with that he disappears
and pleasant shock replaces my sorrow
A dark smile graces my lips
Now, I can't wait for tomorrow
Fri Jan 25, 2008 3:05 am