Monthly Archives: May 2015

Into the Shadows

They pull at you,

irresistible,

un ignorable,

cutting deep,

and crimson pools,

eyes dim

and then you are under,

drowning in the pain,

caused by love skin deep,

how did you ever fall for that creep?

The hurt, now, is  gone,

but the shadows pull.

Light wakes with you,

until you abandon,

and roads new

turn back from you.

The setting sun,

castes it’s light on an ocean wide,

tears weal up in undying eyes.

They glisten like pearls,

upon cheekbone high,

until under it’s stupor,

you fall and die.

Look for yourself, find the light,

because even if it’s cool,

one day the darkness will leave you

and then unheard will be thy cries,

alone

and lonely forever,

death being thine only ride.

A poem

Looking back at times gone,

Eyes hooded,

Heart filled with blood lust and gore

A new sun rises,

A crimson rise,

Glisten like tears,

Before fading alright.

A new present,

A new light.

A/N- Based on things I have read, and I am just so nervous for my results (ICSE) which come out in half an hour.

Burn With Me

With bloodshot eyes and pale cheeks,

they stood,

hungry for blood,

watching you like a pack of wolves.

Some laugh, some merry,

while those under them,

fight not for survival

but to sustain.

Faces smeared black,

a Pyrrhic victory,

a love lost,

hearts full of frost.

Together they traveled,

under the dew stained greens

and over daunting hills,

they crawled under the mother’s belly,

roared in the forest’s heart

and waged war,

like a arrow shot afar.

Separated, crushed and removed,

deceit and treachery,

reign snow white

and yet the darkness under shadows cannot abide.

Alone, yet together,

near yet apart,

she burned now,

not for herself but for a thousand hearts.

Flying, screaming, crying, breaking,

laughing, loving, separating,

penetrating, expressing,

loving and dying

the fight continued, daggers slew,

bullets shot, blood sprayed, eyes flashed,

and soon peace shone through

and yet everywhere was heard,

“If we burn,

you burn with us.”

The Eve of The Battle of Hogwarts

Hey!

I just decided to write something related to HP because, well, it is May 2, the day of the Battle of Hogwarts. Also, this poem’s name is inspired by a poem in my English book, The Eve of Waterloo by Lord Byron. It is a fantastic poem by the way (Eve of Waterloo not this one.) This one is for you Fred Weasely, thanks for making us laugh as we grew up!

Under the moonlight pale,

They slept,

Sheltered beneath the ground

And above the skies,

In a home altered by deceit and loss,
But yet few plotted to welcome a hero home.

Crawling, hiding, crying, tearing

They broke, they rushed, they saved and they lived

On the run,

Behind the walls of chambers unseen,

Yet there to receive their hero home.

Morning arose, pale and golden, bearing naught a sign of

What the toll an evening could bring.

For them it was but another day,

To maim and kill.

Blood splits on hearts pure,

And then a hero was welcomed home.

Mysteries were unfolded,

Masked men were removed

As a silver purity shone out,

Saving is yet ruining all.

Crawling, hiding, crying, tearing

They broke, they rushed, they saved and they lived

On the run,

Behind the walls of chambers unseen,

Yet there to receive their hero home.

Behind the one who lived,

Crawled in others, raising joy,

Even as tears flow.

And though no one knew,

Everyone had known.

He came, guided by gold,

Not fortune, but

A friendship that would never unfold.

Laughter rang as brothers came close

And then he passed away

With a smile all alone.

Leaving behind a legacy,

Having welcomed their hero home.

Crawling, hiding, crying, tearing

They broke, they rushed, they saved and they lived

On the run,

Behind the walls of chambers unseen,

Yet there to receive their hero home.

So full of life,

Everlastingly fun,

His hair red, but faces pale,

As he left the one who competed

And died with a smile all alone.

Years passed and there he was,

Now old and gaunt,

But never having changed a bit,

In eyes frail.

A half,

But to her he seemed whole.

To his mother,

He seemed whole,

Even if his half had died having welcomed their hero home.

Maybe that day,

Red had won over the green,

And hate crumpled under love

But to him, a half gone and another living yet dead.

A poem

Oh damsel in distress, how silent is thy cry,

Unshed tears glisten into unseeing eyes,

With cheeks stained red,

Even as thy lip bleeds,

I beseech thee answer me,

Is it a necessity, they arise?

Or a mere want,

In a world that pushes thee back,

At every turn in which thou hast to surrender

Is there any use of thy cries?

In the eve of suppression,

Why does thou ask for a raise?

Lay down thy pen,

My lady,

For this a lost fight

And yet you continue to rise.

Hearing this girl replied,

It is not my destiny,

To remain bowed low or break before thee,

For it is I and I who remain in every heart,

Not cruel,

In every soul,

Pious,

In   every light,

It is I, who shine as truth,

Because my Lord, the eve has come,

When at last, in all truth and reality,

Will we women rise.

The women, as well know, is called love and again and again she loves back to destroy the man mentioned above whom everyone calls fear.