|Not just Poetry, I also like photography and art...although I have not drawn for many years, sadly.|
A Road Called Life -Prt. 3A Road Called Life -Prt. 3 by BDilly12
We have come now to a withering
Passage, tormented by the souls that tread
Upon it, intersected by our own.
We peer down this path; To the
East we find the dawning sky shrouded in Death.
Joy began to writhe in anguish, jerked
About by Seven Demons of Terror; as legions of Lost
Marched blindly from the Western Realm unto
Death; Their deafening chant rising
Upward to corrupt the heavens.
I rushed with all haste to deter them from this
Destructive road but, upon deaf ears doth my pleading fall.
I too was silenced by the worthless words
Flowing from their lying lips. Like
Black tar being poured from a bottomless keg,
This phrase resounded:
"We have lived and found naught but,
What we seek shall not be forgot!"
Joy wept with excruciating tears of
Blood while these blasphemous words worked to
Corrupt the purity of her majestic mind.
We fled to the North, unable to free the Lost
From the confines of their insanity: innocence
No longer sought after, no longer sacred
Our hearts gri
Guardian AngelGuardian Angel by BDilly12
Rarely do tender angels touch my beaten soul but,
This one is unlike any under Heaven's reign.
Her wings stretch out to cradle this cruel earth
In her love while demons persist to dismantle her feathers.
She strives onward, committed to the cause
For which she was destined. Destruction cast her
To my plagued side; This Being of Peace
Liberated my mind from the madness of my endeavors.
Her soft lips speak only pure truth in this world of lies.
Her face, a beacon of light bringing life to the
Deadness of my soul, an image of sanctuary.
Divine direction brought her to me; To
Have and to hold; For better or worse;
Forever and Always.
By: Ben Dilliard
ZombieZombie by BDilly12
Another restless night follows the respite of
A peace-filled day. Demons of the past
Invade my sleeping soul to bring about the
Destruction of my mind. Deeper, they
Wage a never-ending war against the
Barricades of my broken spirit.
I awaken my eyes to the dampness of a cold darkness
That had enveloped me. Day or night, there is no discerning.
My soul now wanders about a desolate mind, made waste by
The dimming light of Hope. Loose me from this prison!
My eyes exist blank to the physical world.
No longer a mirror, for by what means can
Something reflect that which no longer remains.
By: Benjamin Dilliard
Overall I am a Jack-of-all-trades, never extremely good at one thing but fairly decent in everything. I write poetry as a way to express myself, my thoughts, feelings, etc. If I feel uptight I usually write something to make myself feel calm again (other than punching a bag). I am a happy-go-lucky guy and always love making friends. I also love it when people tell me how I can possibly improve my poetry skills|
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