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I know these poems suck...but here we go...

Confined Reality

A valley’s home is between two mountains,
As our world is between the fabrics of reality,
Our prison is the limited and finite capacity of our mind,
We know nothing beyond our conformed thoughts,
We know nothing beyond our own faults,
Are we locked in the frailty of intellect?

Maybe those who have lost their minds are truly free,
Free of reality and of everything that confines them,
They have expanded the boundaries of an enclosed life,
Stepping over the border into the truth of insanity,
Truth is our faith assuring us what is real,
Do we not have the right to free our mind of sanity?

MY DARKEST REFLECTION

Black mirror nailed to my hearts wall,
Your deceit and malice will be my fall,
I cannot stop the creature that dwells within,
This creature of lies brings needless emotion,
What was the purpose of worry and insecurity?
When it was just my emotions deceiving me,
I have given my destructive creature breath,
It has given me the black rose of death.


EMOTIONAL COWARD

Our Fortress falls and we are shown who we are,
Standing in the battle field with help so far,
We are cowards in the face of our emotional life,
Deception stabs at your heart with its poisoned knife,
Crying to nothing and setting a flame your life’s goal,
While your emotions consumes your soul,
There is no where to run when self-pity has its hold,
Fight the battle in this world so cold.

RESTING IN THE VALLEY
I found myself in a dark place ,
Where there is not a way of escape,
I became numb to my emotions,
Because of personal tribulations,
I rest in this Valley hoping to be broken,
I wait for death to come to save me from sin.

Battles have been fought in this Valley ,
I can still hear the fallen souls cry,
Crying out for a taste redemption,
But not knowing they caused self-destruction,
I have become anew through being forsaken,
My mind’s eye has awaken.

The Creed

I will become the hidden one,
I will become the savoir of the oppressed,
Evil will bow before the shadow’s hand.

I am the incarnation of fear,
I am the chaos that will create peace,
The corrupt will meet my silent blade.

My step is the silent whisper
My blade is the unseen judgment,
Fear is what I have become.

Talented people, I'm proud of you whee .

Ehh...a poem written for Latin class...>.< Written from the viewpoint of one of the women being sacrificed to the Minotaur

Happiness
The one thing denied to me
I was envied by many
I was rich, smart, and pretty
Everything I wanted was given to me
Everything except elation
The envy of others had stained my mind for years
I became the slave of loneliness and despair
Locked in their cage and bound to its chains
A butterfly caught in a net so small the wings are crushed
Waiting to be set free
Slowly but surely the days grows longer
The desire for freedom grows stronger
Finally the awaited day arrives
The net begins to loosen
I watch the others like me, hoping the joy is shared
Instead their world is filled with terror and sadness
I turn to face the emancipator-Minotaur
"He is like me" I whisper to myself
"Longing for freedom from a world of despair and unable to escape"
Bit by bit the net is torn open
I suddenly realize that it was the only thing I knew
Thoughts clouding my mind
I want to be free
But I want to stay
In the end it doesn't matter
Soon I'll be free from years of pain and agony
Emotions overcome me
Exultant and torment at the same time
I find myself in an unfamiliar place
I hear a voice
Even though I don't understand it, I obey the command
My memories quickly fade into nothingness
I find myself free and my wings spread