Tranquility is a nice poem with an awesome flow.
Keep 'em coming!
- Angel

Mirage

I hate the way you make me sweat when you're not even close to me
I hate the way my heart pounds in my chest even though you don't know my name
I hate the way my breath is taken away by a single word

You told the world so many nights ago you'd save the world when they didn't ask for it
I claimed you a hero, they called me stupid, what's going on?
I can't find all the answers

I hate when you sing songs
I hate when you close your eyes
I hate what I cannot have

Everyone told me what I had was stupid
But I never gave up, I kept on pining
They'll call me names until I prove them wrong

I hate the way you look in my eyes
I hate the way your voice sounds in my head
I hate you more than you will ever know

Nothing you can do can change my mind

Pining for Them

Is it so terribly bad to break down in tears?
Is it so horribly wrong that my guilt is killing me?

I shouldn't cry
I should keep it all inside
But my will to be strong is gone

Lost friends
Lost hopes
Lost dreams
I want to find them

I miss their touch
Their laughter in my ears
Their voice on the message for my phone
Their letters that made me squeal
I miss them so very much

I really liked It Never Came. It reminds me of a book that I read awhile ago (but the title escapes me at the moment). Born of blood was different but I still got caught up in it.
Good job.

Christmas Tale

Christmas is coming
It's oh so near
Christmas is coming
There is nothing to fear

Decorate the tree
Hang ornaments in all odd places
Place the little candy canes
Out of the kittens reaches

Christmas is a time
When families come together
They eat, sing, and dance
With their Holiday Spirit

Snow falls down from the sky
From special little places
Children laugh and shout
When it falls on their little faces

Silent Night, Holy Night
Christmas songs
Echo throughout the night

The Elves have been working
Through 12 long months
Now on the final Eve
Their Job will be done

Santa will hop in his sleigh
Saddle up the reindeer
Fly across the world
Eating milk and cookies without a fear

When morning comes
Children will race out of their beds
Their eyes will brighten up
As they see the gifts
That Santa left them.

Merry Christmas to friends
Merry Christmas to families
Merry Christmas to people who are just dandy.

Whispers sent from the North wind
Blowing through the alleys
Forcing wizards to cover their chins

Distant messages, coded tongues
Magic words that only one knows
Words from the enchantress that must be sung

They fear the message and hide away
They fear the magic of Sorceress Touz
Quivering in their stance; fear makes them sway

"She can't be that wretched.
She must have a heart,"
comments a child that is bless-ed.

"She terrorizes our town
From the castle in the sky;
She's evil I tell you and we must bring her down!"

They grabbed their wands headed for their graves
The girl takes flight,
Running to tell the witch, her courage so brave.

"They're coming for you, Sorceress!
You must leave your castle
For they come to make a mess!"

"Silly child, you misunderstand my powers.
They can't touch me,
Much less get into my tower."

The villagers came on horses of the wind,
Shouting curses and words of anger
Arm in arm with their kin.

Green, red, blue; bright flashes of color went flying.
The small child shrieked in tower
Her mind screaming out, they were dying

A bright blue light shining brighter than the sun
Covering the child and sending the magic back
Killing the villagers like a bullet from a gun

"You saved me," were the girl's first words.
"Don't make anything of it; I had no other choice."
She brought the girl inside, her words slurred.

For the first time in all the world's years,
Snow fell that night on the witch's castle.
Some say it was the child's tears.

The witch had a heart that no one knew of
And saved a life that was so innocent.
The girl disappeared, never to be seen again,
But some say she died to become a dove.


I had the sudden urge to write about Ty as well as Christmas. I guess only the first happened, since death doesn't exactly call out to Christmas lovers. It's weird at the end. o.O I tried to change it, but nothing worked, so it remains as is.

Reas, these are all great. It Never Came reminds me of another poem called "Where We Come From, Where We Are Going". Lovely.

Your newest poem. Where to begin. I found it easy to relate to this poem, though it's hard to say why exactly. It's very touching. I love it.

I really like your Christmas poem. lol I've been trying to write a few myself and I haven't been as successful as you. Keep up the great work.
- Angel

Something I wrote a little while ago.


First Waking

First waking in the morning,
Eyes are ready to go back to sleep,
While the body is ready to run around.
Voice is cracked,
Hair is in tangles
Breath is - even worse than last night.
Too lazy to move,
Too energetic to stay in one place.
So just lazily lay on the sofa,
Until it's time to move.
Be quiet with actions.
You don't want to wake others up-
Just because you are up,
Doesn't mean that everyone else
Has had their morning waking.

I like it! The more you read it the better it gets, the more meaning it has as well.