Oh, just a few things for my english portfolio...

Musical Entity

My musical timbre foritfied by an exiguous heart
Has come near and far,
Each breath I take is not the first but I fear at last,
I would send you my presence tonight if it could be found
Amongst the shattered remains of my pulsing in despondency

In the darkest times I find strength in reverberating your voice,
Like the pristine bullet I find my way
Never stopping until my motive is fulfilled,
Can you still hear the gunshot ringing?

I can still hear them today, now vibrant
The words they bent,
Whereas my life finds no further purchase
And no chatise is to pay reprimand for their forked tongues,
Serpent people with tragic lies blinded by truth
With eyelids no more; left to stare but cannot see

So spoke, yet another failure,
Lately I have wondered how to protect you when you are far
But there is no use when I still hear your voice today and not now,
Entirely I remorse,
Endlessly I wish I have died, a simple trade no apprentice learns,
I still tell your story today in musical timbre fortified by a strong heart

I can feel the Earth tremor


There were stars beyond the sky
I determine they were there to watch in awe

There was light to show us all left in the dark
A bridal engagment of all things created

There were humans to live,
No specific meaning or purpose,
Only left here to live





I can feel the Earth tremor

There were stars falling from the sky
I determine they were there to watch in awe

There was light to blind us of impending doom
A melodious engagment of sin and death

There were humans to die,
No specific meaning or purpose,
Only left here to die

I remember those walls of abhorrence,
Waking just in time to eat the fruits-
(of my discontent withouth leisure)
Bitter sweet tastes of its pill,
They made me break down

I remember those walls of abhorrence,
Standing side-by-side a wall of white
Coats that grab me while in reluctance,
Clearly I was sedative however, reluctant

Seven of the clock had struck me in silence-
Surrepititioulsy eclipsed me,
In time I learned the faults-
With the voices who couldn't speak

And lest we forget these walls of distance
That provoke us with their silent screams animated through us,
What walls are besides these-
I may never know

("...well done, reads well..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...but it needs a picture again...")