Symphoniakid

That Heavenly bird, caresses the sky, skimming along the clouds, not caring or thinking of when or why. This bird cherishes the ocean breeze, Sniffs the open air, Takes in the radiance of the sun, Basking in its fullest glory. Soaring the skies, not thinking, just doing This agent of the sky, It wishes away the sorrows of its time, long past and now forgotten Cherishes the "here and now" not whats to come or what may be, It's arrived at perfect peace for "here and now" at least.

God The Raven If God were a raven, Would he watch and stare? or would he watch and wait? Would he eat grubs and bugs? or feast upon some flesh? Would he soar the skies? feeling above the world or would he sink below? watching from a lower plain Would he help the weak and weary? or just observe as others do? Would he die or stay alive? Even in old age or destruction of the flesh? If God were a raven, Would he care for you or I? Would he think like me or you? Maybe he'd just fly away? Set off to see another day

Devastating Reflection When dreamers spiral down. An abyss of thoughts and actions those none other could imagine Is it worse than fire and sticks, molten rock and poisonous gas? This plague that haunts Some only dream The colorless fog that devours ones mind rips and tears at ones soul darkens the field and flowers around soon they wither and die If they were real, they'd hope to live another day but what can they imagine? Thoughts and memories, they pierce the spine and neck ripping out whats buried deep all thats left is deep, dark despair

Alas this man we knew him well Nick Richman Such a fine lad indeed He did what he did Never complained Not even a bit One day A quieted of days, Splattered on his fathers wall He looked and he stared, it was foreign indeed, a most unsightly of things Of this he heard, was his father himself, or what was left Just plastered red splatted all down the wall To this he felt a greatest remorse, He didn't do the deed, On bad terms they left and that term now stained engraved in his skull His father pleaded and begged Nick lied and didn't spare a dime Come morning after next, His fathers luck ran out, crooked men who took an

Its temporary, but this continues on Theres far few choices but many things to do This itch, this constant feeling, it never really goes away. Just hides sometimes. Lingers through time There isn't a cure, or place to go This thing I feel, many of us do Its so special, like cherry blossoms turning black or burning in the sunniest of days In this time and at this place Theres no one here or there or anywhere Just ticks of the clock or the beating of my heart Like a pendulum, they move in place Steady, but constant As well my feelings do, No one seems to know, this longing of things, or things i'd wish to do.

Beneath the earth far, far below There strives the king of bones, The Skeleton King Greater than a bone man or collector of misdeeds He guides the damned to Hell and commands their bones The in between places of, Earth and Hell Doomed souls, they do his bidding Forced until, their time does come On that day, The King of Skulls and Bones, he leads many souls covered in skeleton skin, to their greatest demise Bones do drop, and souls fall into fiery blaze Bone men use leftover bones, to build his fortress Ever since the dawn of time, his kingdom grows Bountiful, Sturdy and grander than castles above Inside he sits and

She dreams in color, without rose shaded glasses The sunshine lights the earth, A rainbow covers the sky Masks the sadness past. Only color seems to flow Though black is felt Colors squeezed from innocent veins Dire groans and agony screams Such as a sponge that absorbed delight, now its grey and dull From dark days and rainy clouds She's drenched, soaking in dreariness She seems to think, It'll all wash away When grey does burst from tears and sorrow, No rainbows or follies, bring peace or tranquil mind

 Lingering Angel She doth said to the angel, take me away, far from the city, far from the people, far from the building and woe. Toward the prairies and sunlight, in view of the stars and their brilliant glow. That hovering savior, with wings and a magnificent smile, could no more seem further, even with our hands reaching, their far too distant to touch, too far to sense. My savior slips away, my fantasy fades, the World stone-cold. Now reflects its truest nature, rings in my ears, and lingers in my thoughts.

There once was a boy named Dan, quite young he was, and arogant too. He'd tell himself and others "I'll rule the world one day!". Such a wild imagination he had, full of fantasies and wonder. Not such a terrible thing but he was too naive. An angel named Seriph watched over Dan and all the happenings of his town. Not so much guardian angel but a moral teacher indeed. A chosen angel, he could do as he wished to get his goal. Indeed he taught young lads and lassies. Seriph did see some great in Dan. He appears before him, though he's heart of angels, the sight was too marvelous to describe. After a moment Seriph did say "Young Dan id like to ma

Daemen-Chapter Red Chaos, There is such madness Anarchy everywhere! Bickering and biting, Every which way. The man in black and red, He chooses blood, not love. He hates us all, He hires men but disregaurds. He causes fires and madness. Destroys things just for fun. This man does as he wishes. He doesn’t write in blood, But writes in blood colored red. His grin can kill, Even from a glance. His laughter haunts those around. Years after sight, One still has nightmares. One fright of a man. Though he does in fact have two sides. One of perfect order, And one of chaos. OCD that of which, Can drive one mad. One othe