Er, another randoM world! Yay! I just needed somewhere to post a poem, and decided I could just make a new world. Yay! It worked! I'm just gonna be putting, well, randoM storieS and stuff on it ^.^' Yay!
And the background does not belong to me it belongs to a girl named Zindy. She draws really good....to view sopme of her artwork, just type in a halloween night and look for the picture. Its nice. Thanks for looking at my page! ^.^

End My World

This is a poem I wrote Monday night.... very long. I came up with the last part, and all of this followed! :D One verse in here is really crappy, because I had nothing better to say, so it turned out all...bleh...and the flower type is supposed to be the background one. I remembered what a dandilion was after I wrote all this, and didn't have the will to change it. Just remember, im talking about the background flower. And plus I saw they were called anemone blandas, and figured it would just be stupid to stick that in there. Im sorry its really long, but I just couldn't help it.

End My World

The world was filled with chaos
and disarray,
'Till one small flower saved the day.
A small white flower to be exact,
With all of its petals still intact.
It sat on the windowsill,
Thirteen stories high
twirling in the polluted sky.
In one large city, in one large state,
with one large factory,
Outside the gate
to the building it was in.
Day in and day out it watched the plumes of smoke billow
up and out,
And could not thrive any larger than my hand,
which is surely very small,
for the smog blocked out the light and
the rain was like acid.
But it still stood
in its small glory.
I watched it try to grow,
day in and day out,
the smoke billowing up and out in the background.

'Till the end of the world was announced one day.
The sky was no longer blue, only always a musty gray.
And the stars could never appear anywhere,
because people were such afraid of the dark
and all its mysteries.
We wore gas masks outside so we could breath,
But it all kept on.
When we were told, it was like somebody
had screamed "Finally!"
and we all slept in peace.

I felt glad, almost.
This world was no longer beautiful.
We had robbed the land of everything it had made,
built wooden and steel prisons,
each bigger and brighter than the last
Until it mattered not.
Living in my small apartment,
That one small flower was all that seemed to remain
of the vast greatness this world once held.
It struggled for life
and barely kept on
but it still succeeded
no matter what the odds.

The day the world ended,
all was quiet.
No cars were honking through the street
Holding people on their way to work.
No one was outside,
But the sun shone bright,
and through the smog it shone down on everything,
and you could see what we had done to our creations.
Garbage lined every inch of ground,
dirt and smog had made everything the colour brown
and nothing was clean anymore.
The air had a brown tinge to it,
and a haziness that made it so you could see only across
the street.

These things saddened me.
it had reminded me of the state we put this world in,
and how it would have been
if we had not done anything.
Too late.
The sun dissapeared as dark,
dark storm clouds thundered across the sky,
Leaving lightening in their wake.
It started to pour,
and I stuck my hand out the window
to feel the sting as it touched my hands.
But this rain did not burn as our normal acid rain did,
it felt fresh and clean, and it was clear against my hands
I picked up the flower and held it out to drink in this wonderful
pure rain, as nature had intended it to be,
And the flower seemed to stand a little straighter
for it had not had good water in a long time.

There was a gigantic figure that you could have
barely seen through the smog.
It was long and winding,
and came down from the clouds to touch the earth
and rip up the surface and everything on it.
I got out of there as fast as I could,
and ran through the streets,
without a mask on,
for the rain was washing away all the bad air.
I ran out onto the road,
Onto the highway,
And dove into the small forest of dying trees.
I ran, looking for a small hole to hide in,
then saw the huge thing that tore up the ground
looming out of the dark sky.
I huddled underneath a fairly large rock,
clutching the flower tightly to my chest
as the wind howled around me,
whipping my hair to and fro.

The rock behind me started to tremble,
so I opened my eyes to find everything
rocking dangerously back and forth.
I scooted closer to the rock,
and thought about what I had left.
There was the man I loved,
an artist,
who thought and felt the same things I did.
My dog, who had run away sometime earlier.
I did hope he was alright.
And my family,
who all lived further south than I did.
Ah the south...
Having grown up in the mountains,
I felt a longing for them.
So many trees...

There was a sudden rush of air,
and I was swept up,
and the world tilted.
I was tossed and thrown round and round,
And the ground was twisted upside-down
All that happened next was just a blur,
So the next thing I knew
I was falling
and the sky was blue.

I clutched the flower to my chest
as I stared at the sky in amazement
"Blue. What a wonderful shade of blue."
And the world crashed into me.

It was all black.
How terrible. The last day I am alive,
The last real, perfect day on our world,
I get to see the sky for the first time in a long time.
Its like it was showing us all that we had lost
And smashing it in our faces at the same
time.
What an ugly world we have made it.
the seas are now brown, the sky is grey,
and we have lost most of what was original.
I do not think that beauty lasts in this world anymore.

At last I opened my eyes.
The sun shined.
The sky was blue.
And a soft breeze wafted through.
I looked around. There was nothing.
For miles and miles, nothing stood.
It was all torn up brown earth,
littered with trees and large pieces of metal.
I thought again about my artist.
How he would have loved to have been here.
Maybe we could have seen eachother one last time.
Then I saw a body on my right, a couple of feet away.
I did not cry.
He had came.
That was what mattered.

I then loosened my grip on something that was clutched
tightly to my chest,
and let it fall to the ground beside me.
It stood up straight and tall,
Now half my arms length,
And soaked up the sun that now shone clear.

And as I looked, salt water protruded from my eyes
and trickled down my face.
Oh my dear artist, how you show your affection
always astounds me.
Strings hung from the dandelion tips,
and I thought;
What a beautiful world it is after all.
Then I closed my eyes,
and ended mine.

Sneaky toast O.o and spooky poems ' - '

This, is a poem I made last year, all by my little self ^^ its sopposed to be a halloween poem :D yay! Halloween! Joy! Er, I mean, Creepy O.o scawy. Sneaky toast ._ . . _. Oh wait....Okie dokie, here is teh Poem! It is a free verse, which took up half my 3 to 4 weeks to finish my poetry project, along with drawing so I got half of the whole project finished :D But its still a good poem. I think...

A Serenade, Meant For All To Hear
The moon was round and full,
Wind barely scattering leaves across the ground.
All seemed quiet on this All Hallows Eve.
But not quite silent, and not quite still,
For a sound deep in the forest rang out.
Everything could hear it, and everything knew,
Not to make a noise, a move, or barely even a breath
Should be made, otherwise to ruin the sweet noise that echoed
throughout the forest, and bounced off walls in the town.
And all the little children,
That lie sleeping in their beds,
Missed the sweet sound, that echoed echoed everywhere.
Except one small child, one who sat looking at the sky.
One who stared out the window, watching all the stars above.
She heard the sound immediately, and fell into its lull,
The soft serenade, meant for everyone to hear,
Had raptured the little girl,
Had caught the small child.
Caught in the rhythm of the small tune,
And mesmerized by the sweet voice,
She climbed out the window, quiet as could be,
And walked into the forest, following the noise to try and find
The cause of the enchanting music.
The child, with light grey eyes,
And dark brown hair, and wearing a blue nightgown,
Walked through the forest, past silent animals,
Not moving in case the sound would stop,
Watching her, watching her walk past them in a trance.
Then the nose got louder, and you could hear that
The song and the pitch was much more intricate,
And elaborent closer up.
The forest had gotten darker, and colder,
And the moon seemed bigger and brighter than ever.
And then, the wonderfull little song sped up,
And so did the child, walking in pace with the rhythm.
As it got faster and faster, the little girl broke into a sprint;
Until it suddenly stopped.
So the girl did too.
She looked around, as if waking from a dream.
She did not look frightened, just confused, and curious.
Then a light came on, and a small brown house could be seen,
With a woman standing there, smiling,
And she beckoned with her hand,
So the child walked towards her.
But then she stopped and turned to run,
Thinking now of the consequences, but the woman
Was quicker.
She started to sing the tune again,
Higher and sweeter than before.
The little girl stopped, and turned back.
She walked towards her, and took the womans hand,
And together they walked into the house.
Still nothing moved, except for the slowly swinging door.
The light flickered out, and the singing carried on,
In the silence of the night.
All alone, echoing dauntingly throughout the forest,
And bouncing off walls in the town.