writing Well, I guess I'll share my Poems.

[Alex The Earth Pony 72]

So yeah, I decided I'll copy and paste my poems from deviantart on here for you guys to read, I hope you like them.

 

 

When Dead comes

 

When Death comes that is,

When you truly live.

When Death comes you see,

The joy that was in family.

When Death comes to chip away,

What really there becomes clear.

When Death comes to take your love,

You realize your deed.

When Death comes to bind your crops,

You truly savor the supper.

When Death comes to burn your dwelling,

You feel the coziness of your bed.

When Death comes to smite your enemies,

You do feel a pang of regret.

When Death comes to blanket the skies

You are truly free.

 

And the candlelight I hold

For fourscore years and more

It did burn brightest tonight.

And when Death comes to me,

I came to Death happily.

 

And that candlelight I once held

For fourscore years and more.

When Death did come.

And Death did go.

That candlelight burned no more.

 

 

My Vision

 

The buildings are aflame. My heart is the same.

My infatuation for pain has drove me insane.

I'm the only one around so I'm the only one to blame.

At first it was just a game to play , but not today.

My motives are personal, there's no fame to gain.

I just want to watch the world waste away.

It all started as a vision in my mind.

 

Always thinking "Is it now? Is it time?".

Have you ever lived your dreams? Well , I'm living mine.

Cept' in my sad story , everything dies.

No surprise , its my hands that guide.

Guide to destruction. A endless oblivion.

Never again will life be , its death by the billions.

Trees , cars , earth , stars , they don't mean anything.

Its just more for death to bring. As your angels sing,

mine are trying to bring ruin to everything

 

 

 

Darkness

 

I trapped the sun and fed it to my devil.

A glimpse of what has yet to pass.

Darkness engulfs the fleeting thought of hope.

Faces distorted with malevolence.

Sadness is prominent here.

Choking on vile black liquids of hate.

I sense the end is coming rapidly, unfathomably fast.

The urge for resistance is futile , each attempt condemned to fail.

A ghost in the afterlife , a soulless being left to continue decay in the void.

Within a beautiful mind wasted.

 

Edited September 21, 2012 by Alex The Earth Pony