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I'm just a ball , a mess , feeling like a test and I know at my best I'm never a mess but i just can't stress , enough , this is really tough because as i get older and who I am gets molded Forming I get lost in what may have been or what it could be or what it was meant to be If I believed in religion i would have said I was blessed but again I'm wondering if its just a test I can't rest , i want to be my best but I'm a mess becoming less when we should have become the best night and day with a mix of lightning , for 10 months it was frightening but once the storm passed I found myself full of emotions that had been buried away in shackles locked up , put away due to the mess it creates. Unshackled and released after a decade of solitude the beast grew and found itself it the company of a soulless being missing all emotions except depression and the beast with his new found heart would try and try and try to get her out of a rut but every time he tried and tried the soulless being slithered back into her cave of depression until she finally freaked out at the sight of the beast with his heart out on his sleeve. The Master of the Beast was in disbelief , after a decade of solitude the beast had change but this time he had to be put back in shackles for his own good because the soulless being was still out there , pulling on his thoughts , making him do things that were out of characters for even a Beast
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
The Beast and the Being
I'm just a ball , a mess , feeling like a test and I know at my best I'm never a mess but i just can't stress , enough , this is really tough because as i get older and who I am gets molded Forming I get lost in what may have been or what it could be or what it was meant to be If I believed in religion i would have said I was blessed but again I'm wondering if its just a test I can't rest , i want to be my best but I'm a mess becoming less when we should have become the best night and day with a mix of lightning , for 10 months it was frightening but once the storm passed I found myself full of emotions that had been buried away in shackles locked up , put away due to the mess it creates. Unshackled and released after a decade of solitude the beast grew and found itself it the company of a soulless being missing all emotions except depression and the beast with his new found heart would try and try and try to get her out of a rut but every time he tried and tried the soulless being slithered back into her cave of depression until she finally freaked out at the sight of the beast with his heart out on his sleeve. The Master of the Beast was in disbelief , after a decade of solitude the beast had change but this time he had to be put back in shackles for his own good because the soulless being was still out there , pulling on his thoughts , making him do things that were out of characters for even a Beast
To Sp Blackwell
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
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