kandara

I really like it!

Kandara scribles a thank-you note to Mr Wyvern and hurrys out the door.

Night is here its deep and dark

you can't see what is out there in the dark

its there waiting for you to make the wrong move

so it can spring to attack you

trying to move but you can not see

what direction to move in

or where it might be

you hear its breathing but can not see

the direction it lies in waiting for me

the terror grips you as you try to move free

from the sound you hear, where might it be

you sit down too frightened to move

then it springs to attack and lands softly

in you lap and purrs.

It starts out little

and they say

don't worry it will go away

and as the days go by

what started out little

increases in size

it grows and grows and

won't go away but it

is not really there

when it's chronic they say

don't worry it will go away someday

But someday will only come at

the end of your life

Thank you everyone

Very well done! I love it, the poem not the migraine.

Thank you, I will be posting more. I got a couple more works in the fire.

No that is fine not to harsh at all. Thank you for the feedback. I am a bit of a pyro hehehehe

The flames that consume

hopefully all of us soon,

the whole human race

taken away from this place

so it can start anew.

Let the fire burn all

we have done to nothing but ash -

our bodies, building, and life itself.

Let the eternal flame burn it all,

the wars and hatred burn away.

Burn and consume all that you see -

a cleansing by fire is what we all need.

End all wars with your flames and your heat.

With your flame burn all

who started the war games,

we will never learn that war is not fun.

The only sure way to make sure it is done

is to burn and consume -

please fire and flame, do it soon.

I really like it, it got a nice flow and imagery.

Thank you for your comments. Peredhil you are right it should have been it's and thank you.

I wrote this a couple years ago, and it keeps showing up on my computer in odd files.

Anger

the anger i carrie around

like a big ball and chain

everywhere i go it still the same

it likes to hide deep inside

and i think that its gone

and it pop up at that time

it sits and festers until I can't

take it no more and i turn it lose

to cause trouble once more

sometimes i think i must be insane

to have this much anger

and feel so much pain

days like today i should just sleep away

so no one can see the anger in me

it so hard to control i just have to let go

i pray each day that it will just stay away

and give me a break from getting angry today

to let me rest and give my mind a break

Thank you for the very nice feedback.

A poem I wrote a while back.

VietnamVet

you're 18 and so confused

you really don't know what to do

then uncle sam says I want you

with gun in hand you're on a plane

to a place thats dark and strange

you're young and eager to play the game

he says to kill for the flag

for duty and honor and to stay alive

and the first time in battle you're terrified

you turn to drugs to try to hide

and if you manage to survive

you become hard and callused and numb inside

the people you kill aren't people any more

they become objects and casualties of war

they're just faceless things that have to die

some times you even forget why

so many people have to die

for freedom and liberty and apple pie

when your tour is done and at home again

no one gives you a welcome then

they call you murderer and spit on your back

then years later the nightmare returns

you're there again under attack

you shoot at them and they shoot back

the sound of a chopper or even a loud crack

the next thing you know is you're back

you relive the battle in your mind

to you its real and you react

you get called crazy and other things

you don't fit in now that you're back

you live in the streets and no one cares

how or why or what keeps you there

that you were there in vietnam