Seraphina Wick

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Here I am, again. A few years later. Welcome to the year 2008, Miss Wicked! (Welcome to the rest of you, too.; }) These poems are... old. From high school. But I rather like them. I hope you do, too. Would you... maybe... Like to see... some of my new rubbish? You know, maybe..? ~*The New-And-Improved 'Happy Garbage About Sera'*~ My favorite colour is: blue, purple and green. My favorite flavour is: honey and cinnamon. My favourite poem is: a toss up between 'Fire and Ice' by Robert Frost and 'Still I Rise' my Maya Angelou. (This one is still true.) I want: to fly. | to run away from Earth. | to wake and find that the stuff of my dreams has become the lifeblood of reality. | a cup of coffee. | a kiss on the forhead. | a moment of your time. | to see fireflies at least once in my life. I love: dreaming. | singing. | dancing. | spices. | caffiene. | candy. | the evening breeze during the summer. | the way seagulls float around like kites. | feathers. | colours. | colourful people. | zombies. I hate: zombies. I'm terrified of: zombies. I'm gonna: melt into the wind one day, and no one will know where I've gone... *! * Find me on myspace, if you can. *! *)

The Best Poem Of Seraphina Wick

Evil Days (Or 'something Wonderful')

Evil days.
Jealous eyes.
The world's alive with hateful spies
Sent to see my spirit dies
Because it might be something... wonderful.

Evil days.
Haunted nights.
I feel naught beyond these blights
Upon my soul, my heart, my mind,
Left by people afraid to find
That I might be something... wonderful.

Evil days.
Wicked dreams.
Tears drench my pillow to the seams
That are frayed from pulling, pounding, and pain
That floods my spirit like poison rain
Falling from the lips of sneering foes
Who fear I might be something... wonderful.

Evil days.
Hopeful dawns.
I will arise to face these pawns
Of malicious Fate, that trembling power
That grows more nervous by the hour,
Realizing that I'll not be drowned,
I'll not be burned, I'll not be bound.
His chains can't hold me, his shackles won't hinder.
And though my heart is fragile as tinder
It has ignited with fires invincible.
One day they'll see I'm something... wonderful.

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