Fiery Tendrils

The fire encircles my fingertips,
Its deadly tendrils coaxing you to come closer.
The air fills with heat,
Roasting in perfection.
The surrounding air crackles with power.
But it is not misused.
Not in a vengeful fashion.
The fire is just there, waiting to burst free.

Endless World of Light

The air is cold, but welcoming. My white dress is draped around me, and i can smell nothing but the crisp freshness of the air, not tainted by anything but nature itself. The sky is a deep midnight blue, and seems to go on forever, only marked by the stars. The moment seems perfect, serene, as if nothing is wrong in the world. My troubles are gone, only specks of dark in an endless world of light.

Energy

Blood rushing to my ears, adrenaline pumping, i can feel power pulsing through my every step. It feels like i am going to bust at the seams, but yet i have never felt so together. Energy swells within me, and i feel whole, complete. It seems as if the power is endless, new, and unknown. The feeling is exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. But it seems a part of me now.

Hopelessness

The darkness surrounds me, choking me. This was expected, as it has been lurking in the shadows. But now, it is worse then i could have imagined. My heart feel cold, so cold, and empty. Hopelessness takes over, and i feel all the feelings i have been repressing for the past year. I relive the memories. Feel the guilt, the disappointment, the helplessness. My angry tears mix with the rain as i lay in the forest, loathing my very existance. I feel a small part of me that wants to fight back, to pull myself together, but then it is gone. I feel buried in my sea of memories, like a can’t breathe. The hopelessness feels as if it will haunt me forever, but i pull myself together in time to go to school and act like i’m fine. I reassure myself that no one will notice that i’m really not okay. Because if they did, my world would fall apart.

Stormy Emotions

Raindrops streak down the window,
as tears do to her face.
The rain pours harder,
as her mood darkens.
When the water washes down the street,
her hope is carried with it.
Then the clouds part,
and she sees the silver lining.

Hey people :)

This is my blog, where im going to write any random poems and stories i come up with 🙂

Love,

Shannon ❤