The star in the sky

Look to my star
As you can see it is very far

She is pretty, and gives the night meaning
My dreams wait in her glowing ring

She will return them when I am dead and gone
When my soul rises with the dawn

She is my star in the sky
Now I rest with her ever so high

Me and her will glow and love for all eternity
And that alone fills me with so much glee

Some random thing.

Breath in. Breath out. STOP!The world begins to spin. Everything you know starts to end. Your chest begins to feel great pain. You hold back your tears then you start to blame. YOU! YOU! Your the reason I am hurting! Then you start to think it is your fault. Breath in. Breath out....stop.

The dream of the forgotten

The silent death.
Exhaling one last breath.

Heart slows to a stop.
Eye lids open then they suddenly drop.

No more movement in this forgotten soul.
Death has finally reached his goal.

Exhaling one. Last. Breath.
The silent death.

A comparison of the unnatural

I consider myself a young Edgar Allan Poe.
I consider my words to be the same as his you know.

I rhyme, I hate, and my words are precise.
My thoughts though have come to a different price.

My words like his stab the reader like a knife.
They echoe the words he used during his life.

Our views on poetry are one in the same.
And I dislike anyone who consider this a shame.

I hope one day my skills will show.
Because I consider myself a young Edgar Allan Poe.