(Must I say it?)
I did nothing wrong,
But do you care?
I did nothing wrong,
But does that matter?
If someone says I did it
You jump to agree.
Even though I know I'm innocent
You don't even try to see.
I did nothing wrong.
I could die tomorrow,
But would you care?
I could die tomorrow,
But would you notice?
If I'm gone, everyone'll rejoice.
No more me to do something wrong.
If this is true, then I'll go tonight.
No one cares, so why should I?
I'll die tonight, though
I did nothing wrong...
It was you all along.
(Again, I was in a dark mood.)
Alright y'all,
People say "don't worry"
But that can be taken
In many different ways.
Don't worry 'bout life?
Well...I can tell you
Life's been a bunch of lemons
To coin a phrase.
Don't worry 'bout grades?
They're fine...average
Don't worry 'bout friends?
I've got all I need.
Don't worry 'bout enemies?
I don't care anyways.
Don't worry 'bout getting hurt?
Well...by the time they
I've been hurt pretty bad
And we went our ways.
Don't worry 'bout dieing?
A little late for that
I'm sorry to say.
For, you see,
I already did.
(Now these are mine)
There's not Fairy Godmother to make my wish come true
No genie in a bottle to bring you back to me
No prayer on a star
No magic in a jar
But I can dream, and when I do
I dream that I'm with you.
(This, too, is not mine. I just like it and think it should be put up for all to see...least, those who read my diary.)
Blackbird's Song
Along the sodden path to tread,
Where rolling hills surround;
The sun shall glow from clouded veil,
A Blackbird's moonlight song.
A breeze shall cause the grass to wave,
As sheep and cattle graze.
Ignore the threat ahead which shows
A glimpse growing haze.
The Blackbird sings as moonlight strokes
The pastures with its paint.
Silver glow of moon above
Casts a light so faint.
Blackbird calls as you come,
A haze surrounding you.
Now you see before your eyes
Where the path led to.
(This is NOT mine. I did not write this, I found it and think you should read it.)
THE ANCIENT WORDS
He who knows the ways of beasts and birds,
Who can disguinish them by song and cry,
Who knows the bright quicksilver life in streams,
The course that the stars take through the sky,
May never have laid hands to books, yet he
Is sharing wisdom with infinity...
He who works with sensitive deft hands,
At any woodcraft will absorb the rain,
The sunlight and the starlight and the dew
That entered in the making of it's grain,
He should grow tall and straight and clean and good
Who daily breathes the essence of wood.
He who finds companionship in rocks
And comfort in the tough of vine and leaf,
Who climbs a hill for joy, and shouts a song,
Who loves the feel of wind will know no grief;
No loneliness that ever grows too great;
For he will never be quite desolate...
He shares, who is companioned along with these,
All ancient wisdoms and philosophies.
Mirror, mirror upon the wall
Magic demon eye,
A realm of maddness
Awakened by the call.
Speak the ancient words of mages
Try to take control
The essence of evil
A challenge for you soul
The battle of minds,
The riddles, the rhymes,
Beware the darkness behind.
Usurped and enslaved,
Bedeemed and betrayed,
The devil in the mirror, obey!
Iridescent pulsation of light,
Glowing from its heart,
The surface reflecting
Nightmares of your mind.
Green mist swirling deep within,
A dark dimension takes form,
The grip of clawed hands drags you in.
Enchanted with powers to conquer your soul,
Good or evil it won't mind,
The mirror is blind.
Feel the presence, the voice of dark,
Breaks the balance, intrudes your mind.
Try do deny, oh master of fools
Captured forever, the loser learns the rules.
The Mirror of Darkness
Forever powerful, forever young.
The Mirror of Darkness
Of which you will soon become
All of these poems were written when i was in a morbid (hey! vocab word) mood so don't complain that i'm a dark person.
In reality, i'm very sarcastic and can make any one laugh.