Biography of Symone Raven
Hey everybody.. My name is Symone and I am almost 17 years old.
I was born in a little town outside Copenhagen, Denmark, where I have lived my whole life. Denmark is actually great, with the weather and stuff. When it's winter it's cold but when you are tired of the winter spring is coming and that's almost always hot..
My interest for poems started when I was 14 years old. I have never been the most creative girl and that just makes me love poems even more. The way you can express your feelings without telling too much is just great.
Some of my other interests are film (which I just love so much) and music (rock, some emo, alternative and so on. I mostly write about love, because my beloved boyfriend is inspirering me so much
Well that was it..
Symone Raven Poems
You'Re An Angel
You're an angel that nobody can see, Still, an angel is what you are to me.
February the 1st. There's a story told of a wizard Who, for money, would cast a spell,
The flashbacks keep coming Like a train that never stops running Somethings have to be forgotten And others just remain regrettable
He Calls To Me
He calls to me across the miles Night winds carry his whispers They float on the breeze and through my windows Falling gently upon my ears
I’m looking at myself in the mirror. Asking myself after all the hard works I have done, what does this stranger want from me? ! I don’t know am I staring at him or he is staring at me?
If I could have just one wish, I would wish to wake up everyday to the sound of your breath on my neck, the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
lazy days lonely nights looking for a lonely star who'd keep me company
February the 2nd. I want to change the rules. Instead of fifteen minutes of fame,
I Love You
I love you When I'm with you, eternity is a step away,
I wish I could wipe your falling tears away, as you bravely smile through your pain... You see me suffer,
Going To Sleep
As I'm getting ready to go to sleep I think of you; How much you like me and how I like you
Pieces Of Life
my life is like one big puzzle many uniquely shaped pieces every bit scattered across the table
Colors Of Our Life
Our lives are filled with color from the start, and Red is the love that comes from our hearts. Blue is the sadness that drips from our eyes, but Black is the evil that makes us tell lies.
I used to dream of eyes so blue And loving arms to hold me. I used to dream of heroic knights And how gracious they would be.
I’m looking at myself in the mirror.
Asking myself after all the hard works I have done,
what does this stranger want from me? !
I don’t know am I staring at him or he is staring at me?
I don’t want to believe what I see.
I close my eyes for a secont.
I’m asking myself if there is anyway I can take this mask off.
I start shaking my hand.
My hand tells me everything I had to know.