Mystic C...

Mystic C... Poems

Mystic C... Biography

Born 3rd of march 1994 i was inspired into drawing so much. In fact i can confidentially say I'm quite good at it. Later on after much hard work and many broken pencils i made a deviant art account which was amazing. Then my friend she decided to start writing stories about her fictional characters which i had also made some of. Just recently i decided I'd write some stories and of course in the mean time short poems. Which is where i found this site x) I love drawing, music, writing, poems, talking and having fun there's so much to me i can't explain all but I've tried... Lastly i am currently writing a book called Anonymous or something along the lines of that. It's a horror in it's way mixed with mafia business and the past.. and you can check out my poems of course =])

The Best Poem Of Mystic C...

Change

Sat, sat in the corner, the boy who's life was demanded
The rose which had whittled and died laid in his hand
The endless chime of the grand father clock froze dead
And as he rose from the ground all skin and no bone
As his ribs were shown so horrifically much like carnage
His parched lips began to sing, a song of change
Someday life will become different
Someday life will change
But for the worst or the best is indeed unknown
Autumn, summer and the winter snow pass
The winter fall and the autumn glow
Dimensions beyond dimension
Of no hope of no knowledge
And another smile wasted upon
Another movement wasted on nothing
Because like so many others the boy had nothing
No home, and no food, no water to freshen his lips
No education no heart his life was, empty
To the point the world was almost extinct

And yet we ask ourselves why do we gorge ourselves
In rich fine wines and large cooked lambs
Why do we not need ever help? when those out there suffer?
Change should be for the best but if we give it is another poem
In itself...

22nd August 2009~ a place in Africa

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