-- Posted by Teenuh at 1:26 am on Aug. 12, 2008 I'm going to post a few poems of my own. See what you think. Untitled: Engulfed in an entirely different element Seemingly shut off from the world The night was inspiring And the fresh air brought cold chills .. .. Stars twinkled their brightest For the animals of the night But many things seemed too enticing As the animals hid from the star's gleam .. .. Time flew quickly and soon dawn broke This new light hid the luminescent stars And brought a new order of shade and hue To the once dark blue never-ending atmosphere .. .. As one could see the sun searching for the darkness A spider could be seen spinning her web An elaborate fix of nearly invisible strings Now the day had begun and the spider could only wait Unpredictable: She counts the hours And starts on days When will it all end? Her life seemed a haze How would she amount to anything? How would things end up? Her face flushed as daylight She searched for her coverup Everything began to look the same And yet life was different No one was guiding her Where was her accompaniment? So many questions And so few answers The only thing she knew Was that doc called it cancer It started in her lung And slowly spread Until her lung was engulfed Like mold on a slice of old bread She now lay beneath multiple 'doctor's' And she starts going under The heavy air takes her If she would wake is what she would wonder As seconds turned to minutes and minutes to hours Her potential saviors Begin to lose power More faith than power They're losing it quickly They hear the steady beep And work more briskly But nothing could be done She couldn't be saved now The doctor's wore somber faces And wiped the sweat from their brows The girls' spirit could be seen hovering If one were watching with a close eye But nothing could be seen Except the breath from many a sigh Nothing can been done To stop the inevitable So let things happen as they do Life can be truly unpredictable Gone: As silence broke I heard her cry A plee for help I begin to fly Through unforgiving nature And even through hell To save a soul Before it fell Beneath the surface On top of the world I had to save her Such a wayward girl I inch closer And closer still Until I see her face Oh, if looks could kill But the look was familiar A face so distraught "I can see myself in her" I aimlessly thought The nearer I drew The more I could see The girl blankly staring Could only be me Only a younger version Smaller and fragile Broken from incident Sent into exile I raced over And tried to embrace her But she was already gone Her spirit astir It was all a mirage Simply a daydream Which helps one realize Nothing's as it seems Potential: Capable of being, But not yet in existence. Said goal can be reached, But only with persistence. One could be more, One could be less. This could end with failure, Or with success. There's a definite illness, With a possible cure. This possible person, Could quite possibly assure-- The patient in the waiting room, Who is patiently waiting, For the results from a test, On this burden that's weighting. Flawed: As the wind blows Through the trees, The little girl falls To her knees. But something's different, Something has changed. Her whole life Seems to have rearranged. This one event Changed it all. Like the first leaves Of autumn fall. Her eyes are red, And her clothes too. Her wrists look stained Black and blue. All this through struggle, All this through pain, But this little girl stands up And beckons the rain. Sorry about the spaces and what not. I styled them in different ways when I was writing. hah. what do you think? -- Posted by Elephantis at 1:27 am on Aug. 12, 2008 Omg a topic title with my name in it! Idk, maybe i'm just picky. most poems on here seem cliche and cheesy. -- Posted by Scarlet Tears at 1:28 am on Aug. 12, 2008 I really like Gone it was excelent! -- Posted by Teenuh at 1:31 am on Aug. 12, 2008 Quote: from Elephantis at 3:27 am on Aug. 12, 2008 Omg a topic title with my name in it!   Idk, maybe i'm just picky.   most poems on here seem cliche and cheesy. i know what you mean. One of the reasons I didn't really feel like posting mine at first. NOT TRYING TO SOUND CONCEITED.