Like a turtle, I withdraw into a safe place of comfort.
Though I want nothing more than to explore my horizons,
The world outside is too hard to face.
I endeavour to soar with the eagles.
I attempt to swim with the dolphins.
I try to run with the cheetahs.
But in the end, I am ostracized,
And must hide away from the pain.
I must hide away
From the inevitable sting of defeat.
For though I want nothing more than to have a friend,
The safe shelter of my shell is the only thing
That can protect me from the harshness
Of the things I can never have,
And the failed opportunities I dare not face.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
A Flash Of Blades
Steel
The sword floats in the air,
Its silvery blade gleaming.
Hungry
The razor-sharp edge glistens
As it slices through the air,
Missing its mark by inches.
Thirsty
The ornate handle shows elegance,
Reflecting the weapon it adorns.
Beautiful
The clang of metal meeting metal
Rings like a toll of the Grim Reaper
At the end of days.
Deadly
Scratches and dents adorn the steel,
Remnants of battles long past.
Experienced
Crimson red liquid runs down its length
As it finally reaches its mark,
And leeches life from its victim.
Victorious
The sword floats in the air,
Its silvery blade gleaming.
Hungry
The razor-sharp edge glistens
As it slices through the air,
Missing its mark by inches.
Thirsty
The ornate handle shows elegance,
Reflecting the weapon it adorns.
Beautiful
The clang of metal meeting metal
Rings like a toll of the Grim Reaper
At the end of days.
Deadly
Scratches and dents adorn the steel,
Remnants of battles long past.
Experienced
Crimson red liquid runs down its length
As it finally reaches its mark,
And leeches life from its victim.
Victorious
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