The Wooden Soldier by WolfEyes-StoneHeart, literature
Literature
The Wooden Soldier
He stood, tall and proud,
Looking at the good he had done,
The children he raised,
For many long years he lived,
His family thrived and spread out.
And then, they came,
Tearing and breaking,
Burning his home,
His children slaughtered,
His home destroyed.
He screamed and fought,
But no-one saw,
Till he was the last,
And in a cruel twist in fate,
They saved him.
He suffered, broken,
His breathing ragged,
He was nothing but a memory,
Of days of old,
Of the trees that once stood tall.
About My Poetry by WolfEyes-StoneHeart, literature
Literature
About My Poetry
When people read my poetry they often look at me funny, thinking "What the hell? This is so dark, is she depressed?" (Well, this is what my parents and siblings think they think, 😒)
But thats not why I write sad poetry, I write it because in our fleeting lives not all of use feel love or acceptance. But all of us experience pain, anger and sadness. Even if it was just losing a pet or moving schools, we feel it. Our emotions are what make us human.
Wow, that was some random shite… now go read my next poem
Ridicule Of The Clock by WolfEyes-StoneHeart, literature
Literature
Ridicule Of The Clock
Tick tock tick tock,
Round and round goes the hand,
Soon the comes the knock,
And death rings in the land.
They fight and defend
Those they kill, the blood they spill
Right till the end
But it's all for nil
The stain on the soul
Their hearts will shatter
It will all take its toll
But does that even matter?
The war is forever
The war is scorn
All the love will sever
And all the survivors mourn
All this death
You see them break
And then comes their last breath
Then they see their mistake
Tick tock tick tock,
Round and round goes the hand,
The dead came to mock
Because it was all planned
The Wooden Soldier by WolfEyes-StoneHeart, literature
Literature
The Wooden Soldier
He stood, tall and proud,
Looking at the good he had done,
The children he raised,
For many long years he lived,
His family thrived and spread out.
And then, they came,
Tearing and breaking,
Burning his home,
His children slaughtered,
His home destroyed.
He screamed and fought,
But no-one saw,
Till he was the last,
And in a cruel twist in fate,
They saved him.
He suffered, broken,
His breathing ragged,
He was nothing but a memory,
Of days of old,
Of the trees that once stood tall.
About My Poetry by WolfEyes-StoneHeart, literature
Literature
About My Poetry
When people read my poetry they often look at me funny, thinking "What the hell? This is so dark, is she depressed?" (Well, this is what my parents and siblings think they think, 😒)
But thats not why I write sad poetry, I write it because in our fleeting lives not all of use feel love or acceptance. But all of us experience pain, anger and sadness. Even if it was just losing a pet or moving schools, we feel it. Our emotions are what make us human.
Wow, that was some random shite… now go read my next poem
Fan Art Friday: Attack On Titan by techgnotic, journal
Fan Art Friday: Attack On Titan
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Fan Art Friday: If You Don’t Fight, You Can’t Win!
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Attack on Titan
Attack on Titan is the groundbreaking Japanese manga and anime series created by Hajime Isayama in 2006 as his entry for Japan’s prestigious Magazine Grand Prix (MGP), an award sponsored by Kodansha, Japan’s biggest manga publisher and the eventual publisher of the series. Isayama received the ‘Fine Work’ award and fired up by the achievement took the ambi