Biography of Mystic C...
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 =]
Mystic C...'s Works:
None so far as i am only 15. However i am working on a few separate books each unique to the other. I've split my ideas so that i can accomplish horror books, anime based books, romance books and so on. My favorite you may ask? well that has to be of course horror... x0
[ anime is a japanese styled cartoon ]
Mystic C... Poems
It was the nightime in the moonlight When your eyes they shone so bright And the wisdom of your words they made us laugh so pretty hard Destiny that special force the one that brought us to
Silhouette Of Knowledge
He, the man who sat covered in bruises from each leg to each arm He, who cried out for help and in return got none He, who had so much faith yet little action
I had hoped that one day, one day the cold air would be replaced One day the frozen lake would crack open Just so that i could place my hands in its warmth So i could drink to cure my parched lips
Dimmed light, stone cold walls Reflecting, reflecting a path way Yet those people did not follow Nor did they realise what they had missed
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
I had hoped that one day, one day the cold air would be replaced
One day the frozen lake would crack open
Just so that i could place my hands in its warmth
So i could drink to cure my parched lips
When i saw the small grass peak through the snow
My heart alight with flames, i knew it was a sign
Of something good to come, something that would make a difference
To my lonely world....
I laid in the snow, making angels, making memories