Poems
  This is where you may see/send me your poems, you get 5 Gems for a poem.
Look above,
There is nothing.
Nothing is the sky,
No color and all colors.
All in the same,
So ends the world.
A drop into space,
Space is not stars.
It isn't sky,
It is nothing.
Pure nothingness.
      
By Alia
Green-blue water,
River flowing.
Rushing rapids,
Over waterfalls.
Down to the sea,
Forever journey.
Pools of stillness,
Foaming water.
Ever flowing,
To the sea.
   By Alia
Can you see
The tears of heaven?
Perfect light,
Perfect drop.
A little tear,
Just for you.
Reach out now,
Before it's gone.
Sooner than you think,
It's almost here.
It's passing now,
Please reach out.
And grasp my tear,
Before it shatters forever.
     By Alia
             Nothing            
Nothing is everything,
Everyone,
Every leaf,
Every animal.
When you say nothing,
You could mean anything.
Every word in the world.
Anything, is everything, is nothing.
It takes you by surprise,
Do you realize?
You are anything,
As this poem is nothing.
     By Alia
As I look around all I see,
Are human's faces staring at me.
So many faces, yet no names,
They have no names,
They give them to me.
Monster, Creature, Spirit Ghost,
I am none of these.
Just because someone is different,
They have no right to say such things.
    By Rose
                   He is Dead             
He is dead,
Laid out on the parlour.
She is weeping,
For her grandfather,
Remembering.
Her memories will remain,
Untarnished by the dusts of time,
Forever fresh and clear as the now,
Laughing, smiling,
Having fun.
But now he is dead,
By the murderer's hand.
She will have revenge,
Somehow.
Her resolve is hardened
Against this killer.
Who picked off her family
One by one.
An age old curse,
Supposedly come to life.
Some believe it,
Many don't.
She doesn't believe it,
Not ever has she.
She will find out
Who the killer is,
And strike,
Like an avenging angel.
She will kill them all,
Whether one or many,
If she isn't killed first,
The last of her line.
     By Regeane
The Finals,
The FIANLS!
They follow me everywhere,
They're all in the air.
They continue to haunt me,
They will always taunt me.
The ending test,
I must do my best!
Here they come,
The ones so gruesome.
Will you flee?
Come follow me.
As you pass the final, see?
By Alia
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