Foxx's Poetry Corner

this is a poem inspired by Fallout 3...enjoy




Standing in the heart of a bloodied field,​
The stench of rotting flesh swarm around me.​
A pistol in my left hand,​
Blood-stained sword in my right.​
A sadistic smile plastered on my face,​
My eyes show no remorse.​
A city laid to rest,​
All but one has met their fate.​
He stands only five feet from my sword​
Silly man, should have been farther away.​
I swing my sword gracefully,​
Taking off his head in one swift blow.​
The crew behind me cackle with glee​
Their leader strikes down another​
Just to show what she can do.​
Onward we march​
Towards the next unlucky town​
Pillage and plunder to stay alive​
While at the same time​
Making a name for ourselves.​
This new waste of a world​
After all the wars​
Has left room for only the strong​
Only the brave and insane survive.​
And us.​
A mixture of both.​
We are the Raiders of this land​
Be Warned.​
 
The unknown love…


He stands there on a broken road​
Lonely and afraid.​
On either side, light shines​
But on him​
Only darkness appears.​
His parents left him to fend for himself​
All those dark years ago.​
Now, almost a grown man​
He walks this wounded path alone…​
Or so he thinks.​
On the gray path​
Between the light and the dark​
Stands a broken girl​
The black sheep of her family.​
She watches him from the dreary side​
Wishing she could help his lonesome life.​
One day when the young man needs food​
He finds a roll of money in his broken street.​
The girl stands behind a tree​
Watching the boy cautiously pick up the money​
Then quickly running to the store.​
She giggles to herself​
The first time she’s laughed in a long time.​
The next day,​
The boy sits on the sidewalk​
Thinking how lucky he was​
To find money for food and water.​
The girl walks up to him and smiles​
Making the boy instantly smile back at her.​
They talk…​
About their lives​
About their losses​
They sit and talk till the sun is down past the horizon​
The boy never stops smiling​
Finally he’s not alone​
At last he has found somebody for him.​
The girl never speaks of the money​
The roll of money she’d left for him…​
It’d be her little secret.

Ten years later,​
The woman says ‘I Do’​
While smiling up at the man next to him.​
Successful and happy, the wed.​
And the man always wondered​
About the person who’d left him money​
To start him on his way​
To his now magnificent life.






this is something i wrote when i was extremely bored staring at a blank document on Word....enjoy, i think it sucks, but hey, you decide
 
Friends
I always thought friends were suppose to be there for you
Instead of taking a razor sharp knife to your spine.
Friends were suppose to say happy birthday to you
Instead of saying it on you grave.
Friendship was meant to last forever
Not to be stepped on or tossed out of the window.
Why would you want to be friends with somebody?
Only to toss what you had away on graduation day.
Why, would you think, would people want to stay friends
With somebody who was just being a weasel,
Waiting for the perfect moment to sneak away,
And eventually, break everything you thought you knew.
I don’t understand it really.
If you were ‘Friends’ for four, maybe five years
What would make you want to act that way?
As if you never once knew them
As if they never once confided in you
When they couldn’t turn to anyone else.
Friendship. Don’t waste it.
One day, when the world is dark and horrible
Where would you be if you didn’t have anyone?
Not one person you could trust.
But alas, if only you hadn’t tossed away your friends
If you hadn’t been so distant
If only, you could take that back.
 
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