mixster

Goodbye
I feel as though
  My heart will shortly break.
I feel as though
  My mind will soon shutdown.
I feel as though
  My whole life you will take.
But I still don’t want to see your harsh frown.

I have loved you with everything I could,
I know you have so wholly loved me too.

Yet this is the last
  Time I ever would, hold
You tightly and
  Be happy with you.

Memories of you are filled to the brim,
So I’ll never forget the time we spent.

It makes my future
  Seem so grim, with-
Out you there and
  What you meant.

Hopefully fate will treat you well.
I suppose only time will tell.



Terror
Pure panic floods my brain till it fractures
As I stand stunned at the situation.
Deadly dread fills my heart till it ruptures
And horror hacks at my every action.

Time ticks ever so slowly when not led
As I wearily watch the sequence run.
Reality rearing its ugly head
As calamity captures everyone.

Barely breathing; my fate will not be fought
As I meekly move towards destiny.
Alas my life so far is much too short,
But I must confess my sins finally.

‘Sorry Miss but my homework is not here’
Now it is for my life that I must fear.



Pink Hephink
Have you ever seen a pink hephink?
It is no coincidence that you say not.
You most likely have although don’t think,
Because it is an easy thing to have forgot.

You see, the pink hephink can do amazing things,
With both its body and its mind.
It can control you as though you were hanging from strings,
As though your soul, to it, has been signed.

Why would you have forgot you may wonder,
Well as your actions it may change,
So may it produce a mental blunder.
Memories discarded is not that strange.

So if you’re wondering what is its ensemble,
You would not be the first to think.
No ones knows of what or not it does resemble,
Merely that it is pink, the hephink.

Some say it looks like a giraffe,
Looking far for things to do.
Some mention it has a laugh,
Similar to the sound of a gorilla too.

Talk of its size does greatly differ,
As it seems unique every sight.
Some say a mouse others bigger,
For one it was higher than his kite.

There is one thing I can say though,
This point is much agreed valid.
A piece of knowledge worthy to sow,
Something that should not be hid.

If you see a pink hephink,
Run – run fast and as long as you can.
No matter quite what you may think,
It is too much for any man.



Thirst for knowledge
Do we ever have a thirst for wisdoms?
Maybe belief that knowledge is power?
To gather it by invading kingdoms -
Only to have time turn it so sour.

Years secluding ourselves with delusions;
Dreams and hopes for unfound intelligence.
Horrid nights causing mental contusions;
Brave brains strain themselves as in pain they wince.

Yet they may fall before a single blade;
A lone arrow able to stop their mind.
No more thoughts or ponderings to be made;
As their very breath they struggle to find.

Not even numbers can be brought beyond;
Nor formulae of which they were so fond.