Jeryn Bean (8/23/95 / Germany)
Biography of Jeryn Bean
Im just someone who writes from the heart.
Jeryn Bean Poems
people spend their wholes lives, looking for happiness, but they never find it, and are never truly happy.
Angel Of Death
They're all crowded around it, staring at it like its not really there, expecting it to all just be a dream. the man inside is there, alone, and in darkness.
We spend all our lives, collecting things, making money, wasting what little time we have.
In this world, many are lost. as people go about their day, never knowing what has been done.
It will destroy everything in its path, no one can stop it, no one can slow it. it will reach you.
There is nothing but darkness, all around as far as the eye can see. nothing but the sound of your heart and fears.
Why do people find death so scary? why do people say that death is sad? they stand there, and spend their lives worrying about that,
The eye of the storm, raging with turmoil and hate, strikingly deadly.
It comes to us all... age, gender, wealth, none of that matters. it will find you. there is no stopping it.
Even though it may seem as though it will consume you... you must not allow it too. if you do, it will corrupt your soul, filling your heart with blackness.
A quick flick of the wrist is all it takes, then you sit there, watching it flow, just like a river in spring, it flows.
A Mothers Embrace
Even though she is gone, she's still with them. ever by their side, never to leave them.
It is wild and unpredictable, it is fast and deadly. sometimes you see it, other times you can not,
While the dead lie in their beds, the living weep for their loss. the day that many came, and fought for their country; s cause.