I am a 7th grade writer meaning that I just have to work even harder on my pieces. Please go check out my competition stories. Writing every day.
I am a 7th grade writer meaning that I just have to work even harder on my pieces. Please go check out my competition stories. Writing every day.
Roses are dead,
Violets are gone,
Both gave up at break of dawn
Couldn’t last to see the night
Or pretty stars that fill the sky
Couldn’t hold all its weight
Petals fell day after day
Wilted flowers tried to stand
Mighty roots gave up again
Tried to fight, Tried to live
Tried the very best it could
But in the end,
All life must end
No more flowers may exist,
At break of dawn both gave up,
...
(I entered this into a comp but the theme didn’t fit as well as it did here so I’m reposting it under this)
My Hands clutch this cliff
Slipping inch by inch
My palms are growing sweaty
Not much longer l'Il hold on
Yet mans will to live
Won't let me go
Maybe it's the height or fear
That eats inside me
It lingers in my soul
All the same, won't let me go It shows me all my family
All my past and all...
9 seconds
My eyes begin to open
Kneeling on the ground
I try to grasp everything around
8 seconds
You look me up and down
Confusion fills my mind
And it is obvious to tell
7 seconds
They feel no remorse
They told me the conditions
And all the consequences
6 seconds
I begin to plead and reason
Trying to make deals
But they won't move an inch
5 seconds
I hear a little click
My eyes fill up w...
Open skies beckon with something broader
Yet my eyes refuse to open
Maybe it's the fear of what lies behind these shades
Or the obvious truth I know I need to face
Either way, my eyes will have to open
Whether now or ever later
I will never be prepared
For what horrid sights I'll see
Since my eyes refuse to open
At this point, I might just die
From the urge to know what lies behind these eyes
A...
I did what I must
To protect the ones I love
Even if that meant I killed them all
I am not the villan
I saw things in the dark
Scary things
So scary they manipulated my mind
I am not the villan
I use to know how to love
But then they changed my thought
To a point where my thoughts weren't mine
I am not the villain
I tried to run at first sight
But they caught me in their grasp
I was forced...