Wolfeh's Poetry

[ARSmith ((Wolfeh))]

(Needed a single thread to put my stuff on.)

.: Snow :.

There is a black figure in the snow
Surrounded by desolated trees
That've been stripped from their
Green cloaks and masked by the white death.

The snow is careful and picky
And begins to hide the black figure beneath its
Fluffy frost pieces as the figure shivers and
Quakes in the snow's cold, barren embrace.

No one can see the black figure
As it is engulfed into the arms of
The white sickness and ignores it
For it is of no concern to them, no importance.

The black figure is finally covered by
The white death and is washed away
By the spring waters.
It will be a spring he will never see.

[ARSmith ((Wolfeh))]

.: Rain :.

Drip, drop. Drip, drop.
The rain is soothing.
Trickle trickle, trickle trickle.
The rain is singing.

I find a solemn peace in the song of the rain
As it pours over the roof and leaks down the drain.
It reminds me of showers on a Monday morning,
So relaxing until it's over, leaving me in pieces.

Drip, drop. Drip, drop.
The rain is soothing.
Trickle trickle, trickle trickle.
The rain is singing.

I am listening to the rain as it pours outside
Leaving me with no comfort on Tuesday morning.
It makes me want to sleep again because
The song it sings today is tiring.

Drip, drop. Drip, drop.
The rain is bothersome.
Trickle trickle, trickle trickle.
The rain is howling.

I am watching the droplets of rain fling away
From my wind-shield-wipers only to be replaced by more.
It makes me wonder how something so pleasant
Could be so annoying that it becomes ridiculous.

Drip, drop. Drip, drop.
The rain is overwhelming.
Trickle trickle, trickle trickle.
The rain is flooding.

I am staring out of my office window on a Thursday
And the rain still hasn't stopped.
It almost appears to be flooding the city as it goes on about its
Rampage and whisks away unsuspecting insects and garbage.

Clunk, bloop. Clunk, bloop.
The rain is very loud.
Thud thud, thud thud.
The rain is now hail.

I am watching the flooded streets from my office again
On a Friday and I wonder when it will end.
It very much enjoys breaking the windows off of cars and
Denting things as its singing has turned to angry roars.

Nothing.
The rain is gone by Saturday morning.

[ARSmith ((Wolfeh))]

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[Allya]

I like the one about the rain. It makes me hum a tune in my head.

[ARSmith ((Wolfeh))]

.: The Demon :.

Eyes shut.
Breathing calm.
You and I,
Shall meet your fall.

We have battled
For far too long.
My weapon is my mind.
We now dance to this song.

Head reeling.
Eyes wide.
Your weapon is my body, still,
I continue to fight.

Our weapons clash.
They grapple.
I am pinned down, and
Forced to watch the demon take over.

Fists clenched.
Tears fleeing.
You have won this battle,
So demeaning.

You've taken over.
I've submitted.
I lay upon the white sheets,
Screaming and writhing.

Light fading.
Eyes heavy.
You were once a figment of my imagination.
My thoughts are messy.

The demon has taken over.
The demon has finally won.
After all these years of fighting,
Not even a cure could have won.

My shallow breath leaves me.
My eyes finally shut.
I am one of many victims,
Of a disease called leukemia.