The Phantom Of Dreams by MorganWolfram, literature
Literature
The Phantom Of Dreams
That long night which remained calm,
The wind was too cool to keep warm.
Through my window like a blossom he arose,
And made his way to my bed and hand me a white rose.
His ever green eyes shined like an emerald,
With my teddy in amazement I cuddled.
His cape was long and as dark as coal,
As a phantom he played a great role.
He wore a dark magician’s hat,
Before he spoke; on my head he would pat.
“Greeting, my little girl”,
“You remind me of an enchanted pearl”.
Through his marvelous words; he would flatter,
I would have a leisure listening to his chatter.
Through the window the breeze blew in
And pink cherry b
Another day passes slowly
Life keeps on fading quietly
My years have been spend worthlessly
With no feeling fraternity
I walk my way solemnly
Make my path formally
All eyes lay on me respectfully
I'm treated like the great solely
But I owe them back disgracefully
I put them aside disdainfully
I whip my worries mercilessly
I am a powerful weapon ultimately
But my bullets are stunned by you so suddenly
Your Kindness shoed away my troubles so charmingly
You helped me upon my feet willingly
You expected nothing back unconditionally
From that moment my mind was on you individually
Even with all the fuss; you smile caringly
Pain was caused
The ocean's crying,
Dripping droplets of cunning salt.
The impatient wind wails endlessly,
Yet the water's depressed thrashings don't halt.
The land stays solemnly still and stands
Courageously tall without shedding a tear of agony.
Even the shy breeze whispers,
To the gentle giant trees of the soil's bravery.
The overwhelming ocean leaves sad tiny marks
Of shells from its aggressive harsh beatings.
The lands bleed boastful
Sand as the beach's greetings.
The wild petunias and daffodils pose
As the audience to the frames,
Hence, the fauna sing and cheer
To these nature games.
She The Ultimate Weapon by MorganWolfram, literature
Literature
She The Ultimate Weapon
An electrifying threat of plunder
Just to merely wonder
Strolling down the pathetic lax of street
Their heart stumbles over a quaint beat
A world against them; how will they resist?
If you didn't exist
Fired into the the field of combat,
The reality of war.
Don't know what you're doin' here,
But kid you can't ignore,
That you've never had the soul to fight,
But this is our freedom on the line,
These shackles are what we smite,
Not the hope that once was mine.
They know you were never one to be that strong,
Oh yeah,
But now it's time to prove "they" wrong.
The time is now.
The time to fight,
This time we're battling the night.
The time is now,
It's here at last.
Time to obliterate your past.
The time is now.
The time is now.
The time is now.
Hiding from your enemies.
As they adjust their sights.
They're draining you psychologically,
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Control the Rain by Thediamondintherough, literature
Literature
Control the Rain
How does it feel?
When you forget what's real?
You're not human anymore
So you let it downpour
How do you control the rain?
To drown all your pain?
She's cutting again, I bet
As it rains in her closet
Is it hard to sleep?
When it storms as you weep?
She wonders when the rain will die
And to finally see an open sky
How do you control the rain?
To keep yourself sane?
A spirit brighter than the sun and the moon combined
A mind so wide and understanding
A heart open and willing to love anyone
But a being so frail you must treat with care
As if they came with a stamp on their forehead
Labeled "FRAGILE" and hoping someone would follow it
But no one did and so they fell apart in a whisper
Does anyone even know if they're shattered to pieces?
They're hushed out of everyone's thoughts
They had a million ideas and plans
Could have changed so many lives even
But in the end, everyone made those things disappear
Once so talkative and social
Now hides day and night barely saying a word
Fear is all they can live by