Poetry.
Invocation
Muse, the fairest lass Today you gave no pass To castles of stone and timber So on other words I'll linger
Please, make me suffer Make me feel rougher Please, let me burn like these matches So I can gather the ashes
(This is an invocation of The Muse, as well as the introduction. It is a religious attempt to make Her let me write other things.)
Petrichor
The incense of Earth, Petrichor! The goddess of Rain, Petrichor! The bringer of Rebirth, Petrichor! The taker-away of Pain, Petrichor!
(It rained as I wrote it, and I felt better because of it. This is a thanks to The Smell.)
The Flash
First, you see The Flash Sky paints itself white Then, you start counting At last, hear The Crash Go on Absorb their might Earth and heaven jousting
(Then it started to thunder. I love thunders, they fill me with power)
THE BLACK SUN
I will gouge my eyes out just so I don't need to see you I will burn my fingers away just so I don't have to touch you I will cut my legs off just so I don't have to walk your path
I hate your smile, as you pretend to feel joy even after what you have done I hate your friends, as they pretend to feel care for you and me at the same time I hate your tears, as you pretend to feel regret about what you have done But the worst thing about you, the thing I hate the most Is that you made me more like yourself.
(This is barely a poem. I hate it.)