Misstoria's Poetry

My sad attempt at poetry.


Poem 1

You love me, you don’t
Care, then you leave.
Break my heart, make me cry.
Tell me a truth tell me a lie
What you are is nothing,
Unimportant liar, dead things of desire,
Gone in second, in a minute, in a time
My only wish,
Is that you leave,
Give me a good reason for my tears
And watch the wrinkles on my young face fade away,
Your fault I am where I am today.

Poem 2

If only I believed
What I see
If only I conceived
the greatest dream
If only I exisisted
among the aboves
If only, If only,
I was.

Wrote this on the spot.

Poem 3

The scarlet voice calls to me,
“We will win, you shall see”
Did we win, when we fell?
Demons now, the angels of hell.
Never conquering anything,
but leaving behind the only king.
Bright halos were traded for cloaks of black,
and wings for scars, running down our backs.
Never again will I see,
Golden streets, golden trees.
for now I live in the pits,
to torture and torment, to never win.
To never again see my beloved, so fair,
To never touch his golden hair.
in utter pain, I will forever live,
For when you fall,
you shall never stand again.

Poem 4

Fire and brimstone,
fall from the sky,
run now or you will be fried.
Only us Believers will be saved
for you didn’t listen,
you were afraid.
It’s to late now,
you had your chance,
you can’t be with us when we dance.
I would feel guilty,
if I cared,
but the world will end without you there.
Goodbye old friend,
we will never speak again,
for when the fire falls,
you will be dead.

Poem 5

Fire filled the skies,
little Children cried,
so very many died.
It wasn’t like you said,
we didn’t find the rest of the world dead.
Only are people, only The Believers,
fell to Armageddon,
how would you know,
as you were living in your own heaven.
You sent us to that mountain,
telling us we would live,
not mentioning, our life we would have to give.
Very few survived, even less left the hospital alive.
So maybe it’s your turn, to burn,
I’ll light the match and watch you die,
just like the rest that left us that night.
So be waiting and ready,
i’ll find you no matter where you hide,
and surely you will forever die.

Poem 6

You expect me to wait,
for you to save me,
you think i'm weak and ever unchanging.
You call me delicate, priceless and pure,
but you haven't been here every day of every year.
I'm strong and powerful,
independent and young,
and i don't need you anymore.
I don't need you to rescue me,
for i save myself.
When i am shackled to the stone,
having not a chance of survival,
I still won't need your saving aid,
for faith is my saving grace.
i will pull myself from the pebbles of lies,
and look into your deep, black eyes,
calling you every name in the book,
for my strength you took.
Goodbye dead liar,
go bur in fire,
never to live anymore.

Poem 7

You believe i am helpless,
vulnerable to your disease,
but i'm stronger than you think.
I'm not the princess,
to your knight,
and I don't need your endless might.
I'm my own savior,
my heroin,
and I don't need you.
Your strength, your courage,
admirable at best,
but me i do't you,
for me to rest.
I fight my battles,
win my own wars,
and I succeed to win my awards.
Leave and depart I don't need your voice,
Depart from me now, this is my choice.

Poem 8
Long ago my dark eyes closed,
hiding secrets and lies.
I laid in silence,
waiting for nothing and none,
wishing to die.
Like a thief in the night,
Stealing away my solace.
You begged of me awake,
From my deep slumber,
But your request denied.
Suddenly I awaked and I saw the lies were
A disguise for love.

Poem 9

Emerald seas,
Emerald cities,
far beyong dead destinies.
Little children roam and play,
not afraid ot the next day.
No one wavers in resolve,
for once they are, and always will be,
happy forever,
happy with me.
Emerald seas,
Emerald cities,
all is happy,
my pretty.

Poem 10

Fire flew, pain and bullets
dead in a minute, before you knew it.
Who would have guessed,
that we would bring Armageddon?
Our own fault that we would bring
hell to heaven.
Many died, many more ruined,
just on a feeling you killed without reeling.
Now my father lies deep in a grave,
and you are left to stay.
It’s not fair or slightly fine,
but you are here losing your mind.
You deserve every swear and hateful glance,
for what you did no one will forgive.

Poem 11

Rebel against authority
questions actions,
make them see,
we will be what we want to be.
No more lessons,
no more "talks",
we will rock,
what we rock.
We will win
rule the world,
feed the children,
upstage the powers,
say our words,
who cares,
if a girl rules!
I will be powerful,
independent, free,
YOU CAN"T STOP ME!