Writna

Deception-Poem Soft goes silken sheets, Rustling as they cover up, The hard, unyielding truth. Soft is the pillows, Beckoning for rest. Easy is the way to deception. Water rushes over the silver knife, Washing free the blood, And the water runs red. Snick goes the silver knife, As it returns to its home, Waits for its next victim. Truth, Honor, Honesty, And the scattered pieces of your soul. True is the flash of metal, Deception, The hiding after.

Freedom-Poem The Land of the Free, And a chained slave sighs. To be as free a bird, To glide on the wind, And free of these heavy burdens, Is a dream every man pursues. Time only passes for the man, That is bound by Life. Of the Stars and Stripes, That claim to be free. Only, Their people are as iron clad a slave. Truly freedom is nothing more than a passing fantasy, Man can only be so far apart from Law.  Freedom is a dream every man pursues, And a dream it is in the end. For freedom is never truly there, For the man bound by Life, Freedom is only found, After.

Vengeance-Poem Your hate consumes you, Every waking moment, It whispers in your mind, Body, Soul. On how They must pay . You agree wholeheartedly. It whispers plans, Plans to bring about their humiliation, Pain, Sorrow, End. Every sleeping moment, In your dreams, Dreaming of ways to put Them to rest. Forever consumed with Vengeance. You yearn to put it to rest, An eye for an eye, After all. What you don't know, Is that They already have Vengeance on you. What do you think? Comment and tell me below!

Time-Poem Children age, Trees grow, The clock ticks ever closer. Time goes faster and slower, Bending Life to it's will. And no one ever notices just how much time passes. Mountains crumble into dust, Seas rise and swallow the Earth. Time continues, Counting towards the End. Time is forever patient, It has existed since the Beginning. And it will only end, At the End But truly, There is no need to despair. Time has not yet arrived there. The children are still young, The trees have yet to grow. The mountains are not dust, And the seas are still low. But beware, Time is ticking, And it has only one place to go. What do you think about this? Comment below!

Death-Poem People fear Death It is an unspoken fact Whether they fear Oblivion Hell The End Whether they go in a gunshot Or slowly slipping away on pristine pillows with loved ones around them Yet some believe in a reward For being Good, Kind, Selfless, Helpful None know what happens next Is it Nothing? Heaven? Rebirth? People have started wars on What Happens Next I believe in Something How about you? What do you think about this? Comment below!

When I am 75-Poem Natural disasters are common, In this land of mine. This is what will become when I am seventy-five. Flooding and rising, Has led to the destruction of lowlands and islands. The ice caps have melted, and this is out of our hands. Oceans span most of the globe, Deep down beyond the blue, Lies a wasteland, this is true. No Amazon, to soothe our smoky lungs, They have dried out, No clean air, not enough to shout. Of grass and flowers, In their places deserts have grown, And cities remain deserted, the birds have flown. Flee your country, from the devastation, In the last few lands, civilization breaks, A time of fear is upon us, make no mistake. The life of five degrees, is as horrible as we make it, Just one degree and, The end of life as we know it. What do you think about this? Comment below!