Hey. I'm new here and my name is Poetic Justice. I'll post a couple of my works, but no all...at least not yet. I'm only 17 and have been writing for about a year. If you'd like to see more of my work, PM me. Here are a few:
The 4 line stanzas are me narrating, and the couplets are in a more lyrical tone. Obviously when i set up the female's voice, you have to imagine a femal voice, and the same with the male. [for AM (second attempt)] Answering Machine [Second Attempt]
A friend recently called,
Claiming he needed to talk.
Said he tried to call his girl,
And recieved no answer at all.
He said what he had heard,
Was cruel enough to break his heart.
For when the answering machine played,
The following was just from the start:
"I'm out right now cause i'm finally free,
I no longer have that loser attatched to me.
It's over, it's official, he's kicked to the curve,
Haven't told him, when he hears this, i hope it will hurt."
That was just the beginning,
It wasn't even the whole
That sh*t was plain wrong,
She must have a dark soul.
I could tell that it was hard,
But he went on with the rest.
The second part was the worst,
Confirming the relationship was dead.
"He is a joke, and he certainely dropped the ball,
Ladies he's an idiot, for anything, he will fall.
Fellas i'm available, so if you need anything at all,
I need some satisfaction, I'm willing, give me a call."
I couldn't believe she played him,
tho i never trusted that girl.
I told him more than once,
But for him, she meant the world.
This was one of my good friends,
Notice of him, i speak the past.
He left a message on her machine,
The following words to her, his last.
"I'm so glad to hear your machine, confirming those truths,
So when they find what's needed to be found, they'll place the blame on you.
I hope you're in good spirits, when your messages, you go to check,
By the time you hear what i had to say, i'll be firmly hung by the neck."
Notice that in the beginning,
I claimed he called me.
After he left the message,
He hit me up immediately.
He trust me to know,
So he told me the entire story.
He wished for there to be someone,
To reveal his reasons to his family
I really like this one. It took a lot of time to write. I decided to mix stanzas again, I hope you guys like it. [for Tears From the Rain]
Tears From the Rain
Young Maya was barely five years old,
Being raised by her grandmother in a broken home.
Her mother, an addict, up and left her cold.
Her father passed away, leaving her all alone.
One very early, rainy Spring morning,
Maya's grandmother sat, staring out the window.
Tears streaming, she appeared to be mourning,
Maya, worried, asked, "Grandma what's wrongwo?"
Her grandmother chuckled and said:
"My-My, these are tears of joy, not pain--
For memories of past, are brought on by the rain.
My grandma told me, in her final words of life
'When it rains, I'm watching, eyes filled with tears of pride'"
Thirteen years later, Maya was eighteen.
A senior in high school, about to graduate.
She was popular, even voted prom queen,
Against all odds, she flourished in every way.
However, once again life dealt a blow;
A week before graduation, her grandma passed.
As she faded, to Maya, Grandma spoke,
The following words of encouragement, her last:
"My-My, baby don't cry, I feel no pain,
Look outside, Remember what I told you about the rain.
Remember these words, in my final seconds of life,
When it rains, I'll be watching with pride filled, teary eyes."
A week later, on the day of graduation,
Maya stood alone, among a crowd of her peers.
Outside, she walked across stage, in deep concentration.
She returned to her position, the end slowly neared.
The pitter patter of water became slightly apparent.
Maya began to smile, for it was music to her ears.
She looked up at the angel, who lived as her parent,
As Maya's spirit was lifted, her eyes filled with tears.
Then Maya whispered to herself:
"Grandma, It's My-My, and these tears are not of pain--
thank you for reminding me, thank you for the rain.
Please remember these words, I say them with pride,
When it rains, I know It's you watching over my life."
Wrote this after seeing a picture of a Grim Reaper [for A Cloak] A Cloak
A Cloak
As Black As The Soul Which It Encompasses
Steadily Creeps On With A Dark Subtleness
More Than A Ghost, But Less Than A Shadow
Eyes So Dark They Appear Hellishly Hollow
A Being So Evil That Death Literally Followa
Hooded, As Not To Reveal Its Grotesque Appearence
Any Death Imaginable, This Reaper Has Seen It
It Wields A Weapon, Symbolic Of One's End
A Curved Blade Attached To A Staff's Blunt End
Sharp Enough, Possibly, To Pierce Through Time
Swift Enough, Assuredly, To Take One's Life
A Name, Which Itself, Could Cast Out All Light
Fearfully Referred To By Whisper As The Scythe
Bound To An Existance, Cursed And Everlasting
The Gatherer Of Souls, When Their Time Comes To Passing
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