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  Jul 2015 Davy
Storm Raven
Every night I cried,
Felt like I died.
I felt so broken,
You told me I could be fixed,
If we only stayed together.
We did that for way too long.
I am picking up myself again.
You had never expected that, right?
That I could,
That someone could-
Live without you.
But honney you have to know something...
I am stronger than you thought.
I am now living my own life.
And I am finally okay.
  Jul 2015 Davy
Storm Raven
You watch me falling.
You're enjoying it, aint you?
Don't lie to me,
I can tell you do,
Why else did you push me over the edge?
You're smile widens,
Does that mean that I almost reached the bottom?
You know what?
I don't care,
I have been falling for so long.
Only going down and dowm.
I am ready to die.
Are you ready to lose your toy?
  Jul 2015 Davy
Storm Raven
As a fenix I shall rise
And my wings on fire shall be as bright as the sun
Nothing will be able to stop me
Nor an army of titans nor an ocean
And I will fly
this an old poem I forgot about, it is one of my first ever
  Jul 2015 Davy
Storm Raven
In the moonlight an angel shall dance
playing with nature's purest feelings
with earth's soul
And this angel's dance...
In this bright night...
In the beautiful moonlight...
Will be like an everlasting flame
An old poem, one of my very first. My English was bad bak then but whatever
  Jul 2015 Davy
Storm Raven
There is a ghost in my house,
Scaring me everytime I see her in the mirror,
Short red bown hair,
Black clothes,
An ugly fake mile and dead  eyes,
I know who this ghost is,
She dyed many years ago,
Her name is Natasja Raven,
Her name is mine,
I turned in a ghost a long time ago.
  Jul 2015 Davy
Storm Raven
Your eyes shinning so bright.
Full of love and power.
The most beautiful color I have ever seen.
They make everything else seem insignificant.
All I want to do is get lost in them once more.
  Jul 2015 Davy
Storm Raven
Mama.
Why am I so scared of telling you the true?
Why can't I tell you how broken I feel?
I know you would listen.
You won't judge me.
I know.
But mama.
Why am I so scared?
If it is not because of you?
Is it because when I speak my fears that they will even become more real?
Mama
I am so scared.
Mama
I wish I could just tell you.
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