| This is a piece that I originally wrote to the topic of Fire. It's a commissioned piece but I love it, it describes how anyone can get stuck in a rut, or a bad habit, and everyone can have issues. |
| This is a piece that I originally wrote to the topic of Fire. It's a commissioned piece but I love it, it describes how anyone can get stuck in a rut, or a bad habit, and everyone can have issues. |


MothersCleaning, cooking all the time Always working ne'er a dime Love is all the pay required Though the job has left them tiredMothers
Never do they bat an eye Never do they trust a lie Always knowing right from wrong Always helping to belong
Women who devote their lives To their children's earthly strives Always there to lend a hand Whether sports of clubs or band
Tirelessly through the day They're working hard to make a way To help kids through a world that's fraught With people who could care for naught
And do we thank them? Not


Pandora's BoxEvery time a different pain What am I supposed to gain Life is switching x for y Leaves me always wondering whyPandora's Box
It's not pain, I see that now It's contentment, oh and wow! I see the difference that's for sure And yet in shadow thoughts demur
They try to see the pain to come They try to show a smoking gun In places harmless, nothing bad The hide the joy, they show the sad
And I cannot get rid of them Although I know from where they stem I cannot stop the flow of thought The same ones which I've always fought
They keep on


A Day in the Life of a TeenI wake up too early get ready for school All the while thinking bout how I'm too cool I build up myself with lies through the teeth So I'll be ready for people who make me just seetheA Day in the Life of a Teen
I get to the building and know that I'm screwed Cause everyone's acting both vulgar and crude Can't wait til the bell ring to get out of this place Where everyone's crazy there's not enough space
I'm finally home but now I've got chores And homework and siblings and work and much more My life is so boring e'en though I've no time I can't stop to help but I'll pick up a dime &nb


Playing With FireLeaping, twirling, colored dance Has been known men to entrance Wild beauty burns to life Burns away our hard earned strifePlaying With Fire
We see destruction dancing their We see the ashes in the air And all we think is of it's beauty Not of us or of our duty
We smell extinction, and we love it We see our fate, think nothing of it We turn away from places safe A hose, a bucket and our faith
We follow beauty where it leads Through dark and dreary thoughts unseen To places red and black and gold We follow til we grow too old
To see the t
| Hello all! I am a fairly new writer, been writing for about a year now. I just very recently got a DeviantART because my friends (the one's who'd read my work prior) told me I should. I am a self proclaimed Extremist Dark Romantic, meaning that I feel poetry should be written so that it seems like one is going overboard to prove their point, because I feel people don't react unless they are given a strong enough stimulus. I always encourage people to give any sort of criticism, but please only constructive. Please comment, tell me what you think, and above all, Be Honest! I look forward to reading what you guys all have to say about my work! Also anyone with ideas for something new that I could write is welcome to comment and let me know of any! In fact please do. -Disciple Of Exar Kun (Charles Florman) |
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