Posted March 12, 201015 yr I feast in the forests, Shredding meat and bone, My claws I detest, I run alone, I hunt therefore I am, Monster of man, breaking this lamb, Darkness fouls the demon heart, Damaging life with no thought, All i'm doing is the Devil's part, With a canine grin I defeat this lot, it was easy with the power I had got, A sense returns within me, I quake with eyes widening, Body twitching, spine cracking, I can finally see, A thorn of grey, Just as may, Sprouted from within me, Hell burns my very body, I drop to knees, with a howl, And I look up from down, I see he who had given the fatal shot, I smile with a tear sprouting from within, "Thank you brave angel, I am free from his sin."
March 15, 201015 yr Author In my spare time in my highschool, between classes or at lunch I would write poetry or small stories. (I'm so alone T_T)
March 15, 201015 yr Just like me,but I usually draw or sometimes write,I'm in the middle of a story right now,but it is for a project at school.
March 15, 201015 yr Author Interesting, i'm looking up on the internet right now on how to publish a book. My mother suggested it to me.
March 15, 201015 yr I'd suggest you the same thing,you should publish a book with all your poems,would sell like water.I love them,if any day you publish a book and it gets released here I'll e the first one to buy.
March 15, 201015 yr Author lol thx. But if I publish a book it would be on my stories AND poems. But its a long shot.
March 16, 201015 yr Author Thats what you think. I just found out that I need an agent of some kind to help with recommending the book to a publisher's house and then see if they like it. I would basically have to re-write my stories all over again with more detail and more of EVERYTHING that would make someone interested in it. Basically all my novel is about is a kid...who's a werewolf...the prince of werewolves...something happens...everyone dies...oh and did I mention it took place in the medieval times?! Theres alot of referance and speechfull things I need to do to make that more interesting! MORE POWER! MORE POWER! But I hope someday I might be discovered, but most likely not. T_T
March 16, 201015 yr One day I'll be a cinema director and them I'll discover you,them you won't be just a writer. (I'm dreaming too high am I not?)
March 16, 201015 yr Author idk, i'm just happy to know there is no need for college for becoming a writer
March 17, 201015 yr Author Well i'm not very smart for one reason and i'm just trying to get into my writing career a.s.a.p. Plus i've learned enough as it is! 4 more years to go and i'm playin' Alice Cooper the whole time left. (If you don't know Alic Cooper, he's a famous artist here in USA. I shouldn't get into details )
March 17, 201015 yr Of course it isn't anyone who can,for an example,here I'm,I can't make rhimes like you do(to tell the truth I can't make rhimes at all)
March 17, 201015 yr Author Sure you can. If you put a little thought, you can do many things. A poem doesn't have to rhyme anyways.
March 17, 201015 yr Author With rhymes its more catchy and more eye-attracting. Beauty is nothing to my knowledge.
March 18, 201015 yr But to my it is,come on I'm a normal girl,why wouldn't I like something beautiful? But you do have a point.
March 18, 201015 yr Author Well i'm a nerdy boy. With no knowledge of beauty. Just pretty faces but not true beauty, from what comes within.
March 18, 201015 yr People in my school say that I'm a nerd,does that counts?But I know a bit of everything.
I feast in the forests,
Shredding meat and bone,
My claws I detest,
I run alone,
I hunt therefore I am,
Monster of man, breaking this lamb,
Darkness fouls the demon heart,
Damaging life with no thought,
All i'm doing is the Devil's part,
With a canine grin I defeat this lot,
it was easy with the power I had got,
A sense returns within me,
I quake with eyes widening,
Body twitching, spine cracking, I can finally see,
A thorn of grey,
Just as may,
Sprouted from within me,
Hell burns my very body, I drop to knees,
with a howl,
And I look up from down,
I see he who had given the fatal shot,
I smile with a tear sprouting from within,
"Thank you brave angel, I am free from his sin."