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Oh and here is another poem that I'm not too sure about...Reality
Her fairy tale world
has become reality
Her happily ever after
Is now never after
There are no princes
To help her awake
There are no genies
To grant her wishes
There's a mother
without a child to hold
A father mourning his wife
People hurting
For the world can be a cruel, cruel place
her fairy tale world
Has become reality
Ok so I am going to post another poem which I recently wrote which i am not sure about, so if you could tell me what you think that would be great. The demon lies
Within its lair
Waiting to catch up with you
For it is always there
And from it
There is no escape
This demon cannot
Be kept out with gates
The demon will make you cry
The demon will make you shout
The demon will make you hide
But you will always be found
For there is no escape
From the brutality
Of the inner demon
There is no escape
From the truth of it
There is no escape
From the torture
It withholds
We all have one
Ours is just waiting
Waiting for the right point in time
Where it can catch up with you
Waiting for the right point in time
Where it can torment you
Waiting for the right point in time
Where it can kill you from the inside out
For the demon lies
Within its lair
Waiting to catch up with you
For it is always there
Olivia wrote: "Oh and here is another poem that I'm not too sure about...Reality
Her fairy tale world
has become reality
Her happily ever after
Is now never after
There are no princes
To help her awake
T..."
Wow. I related to this poem a lot.
Here is a short story firstly...
The girl sits alone at the edge of a lake and looks at her mirrored reflection. A girl of 17 years stares back at her, timeless with flowing red hair and brilliant brown eyes. She stares into her eyes and begins a most magical transformation. Slowly her hair turns a sandy golden colour and shortens in length, her bones snap and change form and her face morphs into a muzzle, ears expanding, but eyes never changing, and the change is complete.
Scarlett takes her werewolf figure and walks into the silence of the forest, awaiting her future fate. A fate worse than death, a fate that will change her identity altogether. She walks on all fours counting the trees as they pass. She then see's her goal unwanted by all ahead of her.
Scarlett considered turning back, leaving the past to be dealt with by others, but if not her who will- her lifelong boyfriend, mother, father she couldn't wish that fate upon them. Before she could turn back they came at her from all directions, some faces read that they were sorry, others read triumph and pride, her's on the other hand read that she was scared, worried and that this fate was utterly unwanted. They tore at her fur causing her to whimper in pain, but what could she do, what did it matter soon enough she would be nobody, a person forgotten by anyone who ever loved her, knew her, hurt her and hated her. Her magical body would be taken over by another of pure evil controlling her every mood, action and thought. She would be a prisoner, a prisoner trapped in her own body.
She stood before the master of the evil tribe, feeling like a puppy dog being punished by her owner, she whimpered knowing she controlled her now, she would no longer be Scarlett greenwood but she would be Gertrude Trimp. Gertrude had such grotesque features, quite obvious she had seen some hard and dark times. Scars covered her face like a mask, skin translucent with age and her hair was tussled.
Scarlett had to avert her eyes, so the tears that were glistening in her eyes wouldn't be seen. Gertrude spoke stating her crimes and as much as she hated to even think it, she had a right to be convicted of these. She tried to get rid of this tribe, save the future from what happened in the past, but quite obviously had failed, the last thing she ever did in her magical body was fail.
She felt the excruciating pain, the sweltering heat and felt herself slowing detaching from her body. It lasted forever the pain ripping at her body, enveloping her so she was lost in it, everything about her screamed pain, pain, pain, and then whilst wishing death upon herself it was complete. She was trapped, a prisoner in her own body. The emptiness racking at her brain causing her to want to run a dagger through her heart. This was the fate she was destined to, pain and emptiness was all that was left of Scarlett greenwood.
And here is a poem......
MONSTER
The monster lurks through darkness
Tearing down the walls
The monsters there
Although unknown
Tearing apart your heart
He envelops you in hate and fury
Killing you but by bit
The monster doesn't contain fangs
Claws, fur or hands
No the monsters right inside you
He is you and...
You need to let it go
Find yourself again
For the monster lurks in darkness
Although unknown is there
He tears apart your heart and takes you bit by bit.