Yep this is not what chapter two was probably about but I'll post this anyway because I actually managed to write six poems about this whole concept. You're going to see a little bit of the past, a little bit of the present and a little bit of the future. I wrote these poems in my diary during examinations when my laptop was locked in a closet. I never though I'll post them, but I felt like you guys should get a chance to read it and tell me what you think.

So enjoy these poems.


AWAY…

His eyes so blue and deep

That ocean will shy away.

His lips so pink and luscious

As if it is a rose petal that fell away.

His face so white, beautiful and lifeless

It immediately alerts his admires away.

His soul so black and cold

That in comparison night will fade away.

His emotions so grey and blank

That it gives his emptiness away.

His heart so red, bruised and beaten

That only love can kiss it away.

That love will come at his door

With her warm brown eyes one day,

But that day is almost 1000 years away…


SOMETHING ABOUT HIM

Something about his world

Is so dark and cold

I freeze in my place

As the darkness embrace me.

Something about his gaze

Is so intimidating, deep and intense

I get lost in their heavy blue

Every time he looks into my eyes.

Something bout his arms

Makes me feel so safe and sound

Even though he himself

Is a representative of danger.

Something about his deep husky voice

When he says my name,

My heart beats erratically

With love, excitement and passion.

Something about his love for me

Is so menacing, dark, reckless, desperate

Yet, so pure and passionate

I fall for him with every breath.

Something about the person I become

When I'm with him

Is so powerful, consuming, dangerous, adventurous and passionate

I forget who the lonely brown-eyed girl was.


IT WAS JUST A…

There's someone looking at me

With eyes shining bright

Like stars in the night sky.

With eyes so oceanic

I can sink in them and die.

I wish I knew…

The depth of those sparkly blue eyes.

I wish I knew…

What he thinks when he gazes into my eyes.

But that's impossible

Because the existence of those eyes

Might be all lies.

There is a man standing in front of me

Locked in this platform

Pictured with white snow and darkness.

I imagined his attire to be dangerous

But the only thing I see is loneliness.

I wish I knew…

How to invade his soul full of darkness.

I wish I knew…

How to save his soul from loneliness.

But that could only be done

If he was actually lurking

Behind the shadowy blackness.

There is a person I see every night with me.

A person who looks like an angel

But has an aura that is dark and cold.

I wish I knew…

How to stop feeling this way

About a man whose existence

Is not assured.

That's because he is just a part of…

My fairytale dream.

A tale no little girl

Should ever be told.


NAME OF HER

Alone and timid she is

With every step she takes.

Monsters around every corner

Knows her by a name

A name that doesn't belong to her.

She is a walking magnet

That repels away love

But attracts danger.

For she apparently has a name

A name that doesn't belong to her.

Innocent warm blood

Is pumped into her arteries

No one recognizes the beat that gives her away.

As she has a fearful name.

A name that doesn't belong to her.

Warmth and kindness fills the atmosphere

Whenever she opens her mouth

But no one listens to her when she does

Because she has a dreadful name

A name that doesn't belong to her.

Blood was shed by that monstrous person

Cruelty was a companion of that person

The name belonged to that person.

But even hundreds of years after her death

The innocent had to face the consequences.

For her face was remembered with the name.

The name that never belonged to her.


A CHANGE IN ME

A ruthless monster I am.

A heartless killer I've become.

Scared are the other creatures of night.

Victims are the unsuspicious mundane

Giving up their life source for me.

Don't think twice before killing someone.

Don't think twice before hurting someone.

Don't think twice before taking something I want from someone.

But I knew the moment I saw her

Things will be changed.

Brown eyes with burning fire

Melted away my icy cold heart.

Soul surrounded by bright aura

Lit up my dark melancholy world.

Even after knowing the monster that comes forth

She extended her hand.

She doesn't care what I am.

She doesn't care who I was.

She doesn't care what the monster desires.

For she says

'You can't change the past.

You can't change what you are.

But you can change who you will be.'

I never thought I'd feel anything

Except for loneliness and lose

But I did…

I felt love, passion and happiness

Seeing that angelic smile of her.

I also felt misery fright and heart ache

When I almost lost her.

Didn't know how to feel before her.

Didn't know I'll forget who I was before her.

Didn't know I could change before her.

She is the precious light to my darkness.

She is the strong innocent light

That I will protect from fading away.


BRIGHTNESS AND WARMTH MET DARKNESS AND COLD

On white cold snow

Flower started to bloom.

Windows are opened

In a darkened room.

Sun was shining

Even when it looked like night will fall soon.

Guess this is what happens…

When two drastically different people

Find comfort in each other's arm.

One's initial is ice

The other's is fire.

But these initials fade away

In the presence of their burning desires.

Both are connected in a bond,

That will never tire.

Guess this what happens…

When fire and ice

Fuse together.

His soul was isolated

In a room of darkness.

Her soul was isolated

In presence of brightness.

When these two souls met

Gone were the feelings of solitariness.

Guess this is what happens…

When brightness and warmth meets darkness and cold.


Well these are all the poems. I'm actually a bit insecure about them. Poems are not what I usually write, but when I do I find myself very attached to them and find them a bit too personal. So you can review all nice things to inspire me. But if you have any sort of criticism please PM me instead of reviewing. Criticism is welcomed on the story plot-line but not this chapter.