Ah yes, another example of your everchanging mind. This piece is not dark intentionally, but naturally due to its personal flare. So much pain, so much despair shown in the lines... And even a sense of hoplessness..
The beast, you and i both know what that is. Personally, i call it The demon. And just like for most people with these unpleasant struggles, its a secret. And so the person is forced to hold it all within and battle the beast on thier own, its a secret. A dark, hopesucking, and malicious beast.
I love your dark turn, and i love this poem. Perhaps you should change your name to Raven, its a dark bird and you are no summer or spring bird anymore. :D
Beautiful. I love it. I can relate and understand this piece. Keeping a dark secret can be tough.. this poem seems to have different messages to about anyone. But we struggle with our inner self with secrets... sometimes falling.. but it's not our fault.. sometimes we're just pushed there..
This is a powerful write!!! Amazing.
Ah yes, another example of your everchanging mind. This piece is not dark intentionally, but naturally due to its personal flare. So much pain, so much despair shown in the lines... And even a sense of hoplessness..
The beast, you and i both know what that is. Personally, i call it The demon. And just like for most people with these unpleasant struggles, its a secret. And so the person is forced to hold it all within and battle the beast on thier own, its a secret. A dark, hopesucking, and malicious beast.
I love your dark turn, and i love this poem. Perhaps you should change your name to Raven, its a dark bird and you are no summer or spring bird anymore. :D
This is beautifully written, but for you that is nothing new. This is horribly true in more than one way and this poem can be taken in more than one way which makes it just as good as the rest of your poems. It has a dark sense about it and I guess that is why I like it so much. I myself have gotten kinda dark but with past coming out and everything seeming like it is falling apart our words turn with the strings of our hearts. I love this.
To my friends,
Don't worry about my leaving this site. I might pop in every now and then, when I have the time but, for the first time...I'm all right. Things are different. My life is changing and.. more..