I'm a very depressed child though I can put on a very convinsing act. I started writing poems in middle school my seventh grade year. It started when a friend of mine was writing some pretty dark poetry about her non-existent depression. I ended up trying to write some and a lot of mine turned out to be darker than her's.
so, i have gotten some measages from some fans of my work or those who just want to be my friends so i'm going to give my email so that i can keep better track of you wonderful people! so here it is: 'email@example.com'
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Sky Welch Poems
Words of the heart I cannot speak, voices in my head they never leave. Pain felt deep in my soul does not escape, darkness penetrates, seeps through my cape.
Reflection In The Water
Fear The Rain
I Fear the Rain! The very sound of it is like nails to a chalk board It has no mercy on people like me when it rains I do not hear the soothing pitter patter, I hear screams
Black is conciquence of evil Black is punishment to horrors Red is chaos through out eternity Death comes with red
The limit to your existence. Noone knows how long or short it is. Noone can predict when you'll reach your end of the rope. If you waste your life on dwelling on the past,
Heavy burdens weigh the mind, bind the heart chained inside. The salty sea of tears rise and form the clad of iron bars. A wont wit sadness overruns the body and darkens the soul.
Leaves from the vine, carry me home Like shadows drifting from, the meadow's roam Little soldier boy, comes marching home. Brave soldier boy, comes marching home.
The strength of the pack is the wolf and the strength of the wolf is the pack. The Alpha wolf houls at the moon, 'What shall you call me? ' The moon houls back, 'Timberwolf shall be your name. Timberwolf the strong and sturdy. Timberwolf the brave and mighty. Timberwolf whose mane shimmers in my light. Timberwolf shall I call you.' The newly named wolf speaks in his mind, 'What kind of a name is Timberwolf? '
What is pain? Pain is the balance of life. Pain keeps Pleasure in line. Without Pain, Pleasure consumes the world. What is Pleasure? Pleasure is the time wasted. Pleasure keeps Pain busy. Without Pleasure, Pain has no meaning. What is Life? Life is the core of the universe. Life keeps Pain alive. Life makes use of time and loves Pleasure. Without Life, Pain would not survive. What is Laughter? Laughter is the essence that makes you smile and others frown. Laughter destroys Pain and cures sickness. Laughter is what keeps you alive.
Joy is not the smile you see or the laughter in the air. It is not found in the birth of a child or the face of someone fair. Eyes do not see joy and ears do not hear. Nor hands that touch the skin of a virgin once in fear. Not taste or smell matches soft the true nature of joy.
White consumes the halls, then the tone sounds and the halls become littered with an assortment of colors and hues. The push and shove of impolite torches in this false light. The torches have dimmed. Can you see it? Soon no one will know nor remember
White Moon The Wolf
I walk through the tunnels of life and see darkness ahead, I still walk and wonder what the tunnels have to offer. Shelter in a storm? But I don't see an exit. Where does life end? Where did it begin? The world spins around me. I begin to lose hope. Then I see a light up ahead.
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''Sometimes the mistakes we make in this world become better, others worse. But no matter the outcome, they are never truely mistakes.''Life
Words of the heart I cannot speak, voices in my head they never leave. Pain felt deep in my soul does not escape, darkness penetrates, seeps through my cape. Love is stolen, to never be again, happiness blotted out from the stain. Blood bitter taste smell so sweet, words within my heart I cannot speak.Read the full of Heart