Slice of Aurora (:
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Slice of Aurora (:
Possession
A lone figure prowls among the skies,
his murky silhouette wavering in the red glare of the sunset.
The harsh light bounces off his iridescent scales; becoming a fire,
flickering with a million shades of red,
dancing with sparks of copper and bronze.
His emerald gold-flecked eyes shine with a hidden beauty,
but yet a terrible threat looms -
like a forest,
luscious and mesmerizing before the fire tears it down.
Time seems to slow down and shudder to a halt
as he makes a sweeping circle in the air,
his back grazing the dark, solemn clouds.
Descending.
And then his piercing gaze lands upon his victim, his possession,
its eyes wide with panic, its body stiff with dread.
But no signs of resistance come,
when his massive talons grasp its frail, limp form.
And when I finally force myself to realize
that I’m the possession, his possession,
it’s already too late.
And the only thing I can do
is to close my eyes and wait for the storm to pass.
Only then will there be the nothingness that I longed for so much,
waiting for me like an open embrace.
_Untitled_
I sit there, unblinking, staring into the yellow-gray walls,
until everything blurs together into a painting of misery.
Like a stone statue, like a frightened mouse, too afraid to move,
unwilling to accept its already-decided fate.
Aware of the veins popping up on my tightly clenched fists,
aware of the sweat racing down the back of my neck.
It was agonizing, all the waiting. I watch as the minutes tick by,
as the clock’s red hand continues its everlasting dance,
each note a taunting staccato.
And as I hear the crisp shuffle of slightly wrinkled paper,
the piercing sound of my name rings through the air like a fire alarm,
echoing in the tightly enclosed space
of my empty mind.
A disapproving glare met me cruelly as I looked up,
and I already knew how this was going to end.
_Untitled_
It’s always those moments when I smile,
when the only thing on earth is you.
“I’m not made for you.”
And under the meek sunlight
reaching through the dense pink blossoms,
she would always reply with a smile:
“Then, who?” It was as if she knew I couldn’t answer.
“You don’t understand.”
“No one else does.” She would reply with a scowl
replacing her delicate features,
and I wouldn’t know what to say.
Even when we were young; innocent,
unaware of the pain that life will bring us
I was like a puzzle piece, astray,
being forced into the wrong spot,
squished up against the others around me.
And when no one comes back to pick me back up,
I realize that I have to make myself fit.
Hair
Fluttering in the wind like a flag,
tightly scrunched up with
a band of red and orange leaves.
Slick with icy water
and melting snow,
as a greeting from the foggy winter gloom.
Dotted with spring pollen
with a dull yellow streak
that used to be a vivid maroon.
An innocence,
until a muddy hand
grabs the loosely fastened ponytail
and yanks back.
Annoyance
Yanking my gummy eyes open
in the dark, realizing
that it’s already 6am.
My body is moving mechanically, creaking,
like a badly oiled machine,
trying to block off the constant ringing
bouncing around inside my still asleep mind.
My half-dead brain struggling
to comprehend, unwilling
to tell my body
“Get up, it’s time for school.”
And as I tumble onto my right side
to try to relieve my stuffed-up nose,
a rebellious strand of hair
springs from my tight ponytail
and plops itself onto my face.
A lone figure prowls among the skies,
his murky silhouette wavering in the red glare of the sunset.
The harsh light bounces off his iridescent scales; becoming a fire,
flickering with a million shades of red,
dancing with sparks of copper and bronze.
His emerald gold-flecked eyes shine with a hidden beauty,
but yet a terrible threat looms -
like a forest,
luscious and mesmerizing before the fire tears it down.
Time seems to slow down and shudder to a halt
as he makes a sweeping circle in the air,
his back grazing the dark, solemn clouds.
Descending.
And then his piercing gaze lands upon his victim, his possession,
its eyes wide with panic, its body stiff with dread.
But no signs of resistance come,
when his massive talons grasp its frail, limp form.
And when I finally force myself to realize
that I’m the possession, his possession,
it’s already too late.
And the only thing I can do
is to close my eyes and wait for the storm to pass.
Only then will there be the nothingness that I longed for so much,
waiting for me like an open embrace.
_Untitled_
I sit there, unblinking, staring into the yellow-gray walls,
until everything blurs together into a painting of misery.
Like a stone statue, like a frightened mouse, too afraid to move,
unwilling to accept its already-decided fate.
Aware of the veins popping up on my tightly clenched fists,
aware of the sweat racing down the back of my neck.
It was agonizing, all the waiting. I watch as the minutes tick by,
as the clock’s red hand continues its everlasting dance,
each note a taunting staccato.
And as I hear the crisp shuffle of slightly wrinkled paper,
the piercing sound of my name rings through the air like a fire alarm,
echoing in the tightly enclosed space
of my empty mind.
A disapproving glare met me cruelly as I looked up,
and I already knew how this was going to end.
_Untitled_
It’s always those moments when I smile,
when the only thing on earth is you.
“I’m not made for you.”
And under the meek sunlight
reaching through the dense pink blossoms,
she would always reply with a smile:
“Then, who?” It was as if she knew I couldn’t answer.
“You don’t understand.”
“No one else does.” She would reply with a scowl
replacing her delicate features,
and I wouldn’t know what to say.
Even when we were young; innocent,
unaware of the pain that life will bring us
I was like a puzzle piece, astray,
being forced into the wrong spot,
squished up against the others around me.
And when no one comes back to pick me back up,
I realize that I have to make myself fit.
Hair
Fluttering in the wind like a flag,
tightly scrunched up with
a band of red and orange leaves.
Slick with icy water
and melting snow,
as a greeting from the foggy winter gloom.
Dotted with spring pollen
with a dull yellow streak
that used to be a vivid maroon.
An innocence,
until a muddy hand
grabs the loosely fastened ponytail
and yanks back.
Annoyance
Yanking my gummy eyes open
in the dark, realizing
that it’s already 6am.
My body is moving mechanically, creaking,
like a badly oiled machine,
trying to block off the constant ringing
bouncing around inside my still asleep mind.
My half-dead brain struggling
to comprehend, unwilling
to tell my body
“Get up, it’s time for school.”
And as I tumble onto my right side
to try to relieve my stuffed-up nose,
a rebellious strand of hair
springs from my tight ponytail
and plops itself onto my face.
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Re: Slice of Aurora (:
They were written for English class. xD
Better watch out (;
Better watch out (;
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Re: Slice of Aurora (:
Awesome poems, I love the last one- I can relate to that so well xD
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Oooohh O.O Nice!
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Re: Slice of Aurora (:
Thaaanks :3
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