Little strapped for space this time. Being this was the first long-esqe one I did. This was written a little after the crunbling of my past website for reasons I rather not discuiss as it still brings a degree with shame with it. Shortly after this was written Darkening World was born.
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Two worlds,
One of Dreams one of Reality
both existing at the same time.
In the dream lies the weilder of the crimson blade,
forever dreaming,
This talks about the dream world I have been living in untill just recentally where could do anything I wanted without fear of concequence. I am the weilder of the crimson blade which has some medaphoric value but is not relevernt to anything I have written.
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in the other,
lies despair and death
both worlds cannot overlap
years pass
craks appear in dream's structure
This is an overview of reality. In other words I see reality as chaos. The dream was quite old and it was somewhat delicate.
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one girl damages dream's world
the sun sets and never to rise again
hope's torch is extunguished
the hero of the crimson blade in peril
almost being forced back into reality
This is an overview of my last few poems. Really "Shattered" was an update on how I was doing at the time.
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frends come
fixing the cracks
the dram is restored
hope's torch is re-lit
peace,
Invaders from reality come
the hero is angred
blind rage takes over
the invaders are repelled
back to reality
This shows my when my buddies come and bacially save me from my despair and my hope is restored. People from school came and got on my case about worthless stuff. I got angry, extremely angry. I was able to slow the pain but it would cost me.
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they gather strenght
and strike the dream world
it shatters
dreams rain upon reality
the hero falling
into darkness and despair
he catches a shard of the dream
he pull himself in
saves himself from reality
Here is were it hurts. I am baically hurt psylology by not only the people I had to deal with, but with bacially the whole school. I was falling with my dream world of no concequence shattered. However I pulled myself into a area that still existed and saved myself.
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now
he sits
under the great tree
near hope's torch
not looking at the lakes or the sky
for they reflect reality like a mirror
there is light but no sun
just the black orb of despair.
This tells of what my condition was as of this point. There was no light in my world. Only a black orb which shows up in another writing. I must now live with reality.