Poetry By Kali

Shattered Mirror

On the floor Is a shattered mirror The pieces to small to pick up On the floor is my soul In pieces that can't be seen I try to tell you That its all gone But you don't listen I feel like dying And all you're doing is crying As the pieces lay there Deader then they we're before.

What dreams may come

Over every mountain, there are choices, Our hearts line up, yet some grow cross. The choices we make, are hard too see. Dividend dreams make them sprout out. Like black waterfalls, and dark streams. The deaths in life plagues us, like speaking, With no sound. The heart grows weak, and Starts to die, with no hope that it sees with The naked eye. The light is within us, Though’ we might lose hope, the spirit shines Bright, to those who choose to see. To others, The dreams turn to nightmares, that haunt them, Day and night. The devil surrounds them, Hiding there Light. The death of a loved one makes it all worse, They run and hide from the physical world, To be in what they think is their own. The world they live in, inside their mind, Is the place they call Limbo, the place between, us, The devil, and God. In this place, They see a fake love, they think it helps them, But truly tears them apart. The world they fear, They try to leave, for the devil gives them empty Promises in limbo, which he has no reason too keep. The pain the place cause, torments their minds, Into believing, there is no hope. The eyes of another, See what they want, the tears that fall, are what truly hurt, So what dreams may come, hold them true, for the soul inside, Is trying to help you. Let the light be free, so what dreams may come, May we all see. Yet, in the light that we choose, there is a differ, The light can show us the way, the darkness fade, Fairy tales, paintings, poems and love spring from it, The touch of a baby’s soft hand, the sparkle in a lovers eyes, The blue light phoenix streams inside, its turquoise wings, and Mauve tail feathers tell the tale of a million voices, singing in its sweet voice, It sings, this simple tune, “May life be grand, for thou and thy friends And family, for thou’ is blessed with a thousand kisses, and a million hugs, may god watch over you”. The day never ends, unless you want it too. The happiness flows, like the streams water, never ending. So what dreams may come, may your life be blessed, for you and yours, For you are watched over, now, and forever more. Which ever path you choose, know this well, It’s your choice to live, and your choice to die, Which ever you choose, its yours alone.

Omae O Korosu

Defining ebony wings, Streaking threw the endless night, Crimson stains, these verry wings, His blood stained irises, showing no fright, Scythe's blade turned, rod in hand, Slowly the demonic angel lands. Neko ear's and tail in view, Sharp canines are gently revealed to you. Raven hair sweeps over his pale face, Emotions lost; all have been misplaced. Sadistic grin, does grow, As these words escape from theose reddened lips. " I am from the hierarcy of heaven; Loki's replacement I guess." You ask him his name, still now, frozen in utter fear. " Masurao, Hakujou Kage." he utters, staring at you. " I am here with a message, Oh, so clear. Please now, Listen with an open ear. ." You blink, looking at him, his vampyre lips now in a demonic grin. He moves so swift, it cannot bee seen, Before he strikes, his final, bloodly blow, He giggles and quirks. " Omae o Korosu; I will kill you."

Seraphim Wings

She sat there, As the others just stared She was in solitude, A Smile on her lips. A song in her heart. Nothing could bring her down, Nothing could make her frown. Nothing they could say atleast. Inside, under her mask, She was dying, She was crying. She was calling out for someone, To take her away, so far. The night before, The blood was all over her hands, But today, you couldn't tell, For she looks so grand. Her smile tells the lies, While her heart inside cries. She wanted to be free, She wanted to fly, She wanted soar, Up high in the sky, Among the Seraphims, She believed she belonged, Not in this man-made world, Where she felt so wrong, Lies have been told, About her scars, " Cats did it. " She replyed, When asked, She knew the butcher knife, Is what had carved. Crimson tears, Slowly flowed out, That following night, Down her neck, They slowly rolled out. A smile, a real one, Finally set on her lips, As she escaped the earthly hell, She knew then, Her wings, Would spread, and and she would never have to tell. The angels met her, On the clouds of red, and black dust, As her lifeless eyes met theirs, She knew, She had, No more Fears. No more tears would fall, Down her pale, lifeless cheeks.

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