jadedshade's profile

Cracked sidewalk, graying brick, buildings that tower in all directions like the walls of a prison. Rushing traffic. Rushing people. A man and a woman bumping shoulders, then going on their way without any apology, each disappearing back into the crowd. People rushing to where they have to get – to their jobs, their homes – everyday the same routine: get up, go to work, go to sleep; repeat, repeat, repeat. The people pass by other people, never to know each other, never to care. These people...

Autumn starts in the end of September When daylight darkens, and the winds turn cold – Leaves of the trees turn the colors of ember; Dark orange-brown and bright fiery gold Those Leaves, so colorful, fall from the trees, Their colors like a fire’s dancing blaze – Those Leaves astound as they sail through the breeze Their heart-like colors can’t help but amaze Those Leaves, so pretty, to the naked eye, So pretty their transition green to red Those Leaves, so pretty— so crispy and dry Are prett...

Deep in the woods, from one road fork two, And be just one, I could not walk each So long I stood, thinking what to do Knowing well that I must continue If the end of the road I should reach Of both paths, I took a deep review In deciding which one I should take, The first road old, the second one new, Knowing my choice I could not undo I knew that one road I must forsake In the end it was the newer way Of which I opted to enter, I kept the older for another day But knowing that way leads on ...

Black Thick Slimy fog Sucking out The sight As it slides Across The surface Of your skin Chilling your blood, Infecting your subconscious The fog sucks The light away The darkness sets in And you can’t see Your heart bumps As the floors creak They’re everywhere! Someone is out there Outside looking in They’re going to get you Rape you Kill you – And there’s nothing You can do Everyone is watching; Watching your every move Judging Your Every Decision, And laughing At your flaws Your senses tin...

The Sun is a Spirit Holy and bright Conveying us warmth, Conveying us light; The Light is Blessed Giving us sight Holding the day And guiding the night The Clouds are Gods, That guard from above – Who send us their Rain And with it their Love; The Raindrops are Souls That turn into lakes Which turn to Water For us to partake The trees are Holy – Refreshing our air, And producing the fruits For all of us to share; The fruits are Divine, All the colors of the world, Brushed by the paint Of the ...