

The BlazenThe BlazenThe Blazen
Red cheeks pinched and burning, Whiten the clouded face, Coarse lips divide churning; out notes of a screeched taste.
Soft eyes strike searchingly, Yet her composure remains relentless, No such term as faithfully, Only prayer for repentance.
She is left alone for a moment, To clutch at green paper, Is this her atonement? For the living that disgraced her.


Those Who Are Left BehindThose Who Are Left BehindThose Who Are Left Behind
This obituary of thought, Steams through the veins of a grieving man, Bleeding sorrow throughout time, Grasping onto the faint flag of life, Only to find the wind has died, And there is to be no parade, He can keep running, crossing bridge after bridge, But sooner or later the bridges will disperse, The future is now and we will remember, That long ago cries were heard in the distance, Echos of weapons sound today, But only shadows of the fear they induced, Panic, Fear, Courage, Exposed! Regressed to a child,  
| Robyn Grace, 17. I write poetry in my spare time, Have written a few chapters of a novel so might put that up chapter by chapter. I have done a few sketches too but not sure if ill put them up because they are not very good. |
Just one thing: I thought there might have been a typo on the third last line, "And the colours fare"? - I hope I'm not being presumptuous by thinking it was meant to be 'fade'?
Anyway, great work, and I hope to see more. Also, thank you for the favourite!
Thats really nice of you to say that, you've made my day!
Ahh yes it was I've corrected it now lol. Thanks for that
Im quite busy at the moment but ill hopefully be adding some more when I get the chance.
Thanks again!
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