Biography of Krachelle Sanders
Ever since I was little I have always enjoyed writing poems. I may not be a poet who has their work published like some other people here but I love my work and I choose not to share it with the world just yet. My most favorite poet is Edgar Allen Poe and he is the insipration to my poems. I can't recall the last time my poems ever had something happy in it. I mostly write about my life and it's not the greatest. I'm not so expirienced since I'm only 16 but Poem writing is in my blood and I know I'm destined to be a great poem writer just like my hero Edgar.
Krachelle Sanders's Works:
Maybe one day, when the world is ready.
Krachelle Sanders Poems
Her hair tied up in a pony tail, her dress tied witha pretty bow. Today was susie's birthday and she couldn't wait to go. She took a long drive down to the old town fair. She sat in the backseat with her stuffed frog and hare.
The most saddest words can become the most beautiful poem. The most painful picture can become a work of art.
Touch the heart of a living soul. You will feel a great Deal of emotion that is too much to handle. You will Feel the firey burning wick in a foul scented candle. The scars of a broken heart still remain. Every tear shed leaves it tattered and stained.
I Can Move On
You don't know what it means to be to fast. You didn't know how long our love was supposed last. You don't know how much I cried for you at night. I wanted to hold on but you chose not to fight.
Around, all the shadows gather. My dread grows as the dagger of your words fall against my heart. It crushes me, and my dark blood drips to the wicked earth that is my prison. In pain i call your name as death's shadow takes my hand. Now alone, my cries for mercy fall upon dead eyes.
What have you done to me? Flow of pain as emotions bleed. Once we were together in heaven, innnocent and child-like. But your love perished and formed a dark cloud of lies instead. Tears follow hate, follow death, then love is consumed in a storm of vengance.