Death is for the living

Life is a phase we all go through. Phases end. Not for me, but my friend, Felix. He told me its caught up with him. Felix doesn’t tell me exactly what, but I suppose it has something to do with his heart.
It happened at school. Games of tiggy when you’re sixteen should not end in tears, but it did. Felix is one of the fastest kids I know. There’s no catching him. But today I did. I knew something was wrong immediately.
He remained vague about it all, except for his time of death. Felix has about a month left. A month. He’s barely lived at all, and his time is up.
I’m one of the first friends he’s told. He told one other, Tim. Tim needs a good punch. Bring him down to Earth a little. Tim makes jokes about Felix’ death. I can tell it hurts Felix, but he says nothing.
People say God does this for a reason. If that’s true, I have no time for religion.

Poem- Hidden Princess

I'm going to lead you up the staircase,
And spin you round and round.
Because you're the princess of our dreams
Who's going to save us now.

When the clock strikes darkly twelve,
Do not run away in fear.
Because I'm going to save your life,
Don't leave me like a startled deer.

My life is yours is take and break,
In your dainty hands.
And with that heart comes me,
Tied up in woven strands.

That darkness that surrounds you so,
Should not control you now.
Wipe away that dirt from your hands,
And take one final bow.

You will find your gothic dream,
Hidden in a castle encroached with dark,
There you will spin your words and dreams,
And be awakened by the singing lark

A whisper in the trees- Poem

Do you remember when I said,
That this world would never end?
We were in our own little paradise,
With something new around each bend.

We smelt and tasted what we could,
With no reason to be scared.
The ice melted where we stood, together,
But one thing I never dared.

You smiled and threw away all your worries
As if they were another skin.
But before long you forgot all that was,
And found solace with your own kin.

You were my own song,
Resounding only for my ears.
The ice grew quickly then,
Making me retreat to the trees.

The fire burned within me,
And seemed to make the air around me shiver.

And the moon turned into,
A tiny movement in the air and yet silver.

The darkness grew within me,
And the wolves howled, never ending.
The sky quivered with anger,
And the trees swung around, yet never bending.

But then you were their,
Pulling me out of my nightmare.
Someone different, someone beautiful,
With a heart as strong as a bear.

I smiled and a new song started,
It seemed to drip with wine.
You were my own personal brew,
And the tree's turned to pine.

The place grew wilder, but not with evil,
But with nature and beauty and I was content.

The Moon

The moon pulls and draws me in. It's like an elixir brewed just for me. The right amount of sweetness and flavour. The silver glow it casts on my face grows brighter and the clouds part and I see the moon properly for the first time. The beauty makes the tears swell and roll over my cheeks, but I don not brush them aside. The air felt like a soft kiss upon my neck, and I pull my jacket closer. The wolves in the trees start their eerie song. My tears of happiness turn into fear. The danger is coming from everywhere. The moon seems to help hunt victims, but I knew I could turn away now and be safe. But the moon seemed to entrance me. The wolves howl again and a bird shrieks a warning from a tree. I try to turn, to move, but I can only watch as the beast shuffles forwards. The moon seems to mock me because even in death, it captured my entire being and wouldn't let go.

Bridge- Poem

I held onto you, but you fell away,
I stood on the bridge of your mind,
But was pushed until I tripped,
And on the ground I felt blind.

After the icy cold hail that fell on me,
I felt the rain on my face,
I shivered and begged for help
And I died without grace.

Shadows- Short and Sweet

I wait here in the shadows,
Hoping; wishing; for the day when
You wake up and let me pick up
The shattered pieces of your soul.

Mean girls- Not completed

One day I wish I could be somebody else.
I wish I could say something and have people support it.
That I could tell you a secret, and you would keep it.
If I were somebody like you.

Mean girls they call them, yet I stop and stare,
At the confidence that seems to flow out of them.