I never ever wrote poems in my life. These just got in my head. I wrote these more than a year ago:
Love is Happiness.
Walk over the sandy beaches, peace and quite...
Sit at sundown, walk beneath the rain.
Feel the world surround you, that you’re not the only one...
That's having this unforgettable night, in peace and quite...
Modern things can lift your mood like the sun, but they are
extra things that make you happy but the true power...
is love, and love itself can make you happy.
Faith and Will
Faith and will...
these are the humans senses.
The one's and only points of being scared but having strength to
do something astonishing or surprising.
Even if it takes life, you try your hardest.
Sometimes it is impossible, uncontrollable...
You let your anger out, but your will is strong enough to suppress it.
That is the true path of a gentle person.
The one who controls his anger.
The one who loves life.
The one who seeks true peace for his soul.
As thou his life depends on it, nothing in the world can stop that man...
Even death itself cannot stop him, as he can continue his journey
after death, and shall God help him enlighten his path...
of freedom, peace and faith.
You drift off, you feel light and soft
You're as light as a feather, flying aloft
You feel the breeze on your skin, you passed lives test.
You're in heaven now, where the angels rest
You think you're dreaming, but it's all so real
A bright light hits you, with a great emotion to feel.
You open your eyes, and see the light distant clouds
of white and yellow, they're hovering there, like the dust in the sky.
Rest easy, you're in heaven now
Here you hover while your mind lets go, and the past comes together.
Heaven will make sure you're safe.
Please be harsh, tell me how I need to add some similes, metaphors and most if it doesn't rhyme.
The moon reflected the sun’s energy, glowing with what little light it had. Clouds darkened the surface of the land. Rain pattered against the windows, in a small hut where a child was just born. The child cried with confusion. He didn’t know what was happening, why he had to leave his mother womb. Little did the child know of the destiny that awaited him, of the hardship and pain that he would have to endure. Only the future could tell if the spirit of his mind and heart would clench control of the power inside of himself.
“What should we call him? asked the mother with a soft voice. Jane looked younger than her age, and her age was 26. She had blonde hair and light blue eyes that reflected the light from the candle. She was good-hearted and always believed that anybody can become nice.
“I don’t know, he looks healthy to me and his body physique is good so I think we must give him a promising name. A name which he will not regret having.” answered the father. James was a proud and sometimes strict father but he had compassion for his work. He was experienced in both swords and ranged weapons. His short black hair gave his expression a strong look, his green eyes added to it.
“But we must give him a beautiful name. He is our child after all.” added the mother, with a sign of demand.
“Well, I’d name him… Clarence”.
“That sounds promising...Clarence”
Lightning viciously shot from the sky, blinding the room. The child cried with dismay.
"Ssshh, Clarence you're with me now. You're safe. I will never let go of you." A red sin mark dimly appeared on the child's forehead. A thundering shot of lightning exploded from the sky, shaking the house. The sound of it echoed seconds after, leaving a faint jolt of shock.
“The weather sure is wild today.” said James, with a struggling voice still affected by the vicious shot of lightning.
"Oh look James, something is on his little forehead!”
James carefully leaned in to observe the faint strange red kind of cross. It had a circle around the cross and few other crossed lines.
"Don't worry, it's just a birth mark." said James, calmly.
"Really? Well then there’s nothing to worry about."
The rain stopped thundering against the windows. The sun shone through the dim gray clouds. The sin mark has just been marked, for this child shall cleanse his soul with his will, if he succeeds...the world will be safe from the growing evil inside of him. This is just only the beginning.
Ten years have passed since the sin mark has been placed on this child’s soul. The hidden evil is starting to grown inside of himself, and only his clean essence can stop this power from unleashing itself, but as every human, they make mistakes and these mistakes mark hate on a human soul. His first test awaits him.
The forest of Isdale is located near a small town named Grayrock, where Clarence was born. The town of Grayrock is a peaceful and friendly environment. Mostly working class people live there. A few post guards operate around the city, keeping the thief’s at bay. There Clarence learns learns how to hunt animals and farm. As usual, Dad took him for a practice hunt on boars every Sunday in the forest.
It was a bright Sunday morning; the trees glowed with life, standing over the two proud hunters. The sun filtered through the leaves, giving vision to the deep forest. The slowly flowing lake reflected the light from the sun, sparkling frivolously. A boar appeared from a near bye bush, where the proud pride hunters resided at the old fallen oak, waiting for their pretty to come out.
Clarence slowly aimed at the boar with his bow, struggling not to shake his hand he releases the arrow. It quickly discharged itself penetrating the boar directly in to the leg.
“Well done son! Quick, he’s immobilized! Shoot him in the head!”
Clarence stretched another arrow onto the bow, still struggling to keep his hand steady, and fired it. It hits the target dead on, the boar stumbles down with a painful moan. Clarence felt a sign of empathy with the boar, “but we survive how we can” he thought and took his prize home, with a definite proud smile on his face.
“That was a good shot, son but practice steadying your arm more; you’ve still got a lot to learn” “Right dad!” Clarence said with a sense of passion in his eyes. After all, his dad has been hunting for over 16 years; he is far more experienced than Clarence but he definitely inherited his dads skills. The proud hunters went home, with their worthwhile prize. Mum, put on the oven and started to clean the boar. Everybody sat at the table and ate. The usual talk was going around.
"So, a successful catch today, James?" asked Jane.
"Yes, no misses. Our son is learning!" James replied with a nice smile.
"You'll always be better Dad, I know it" replied Clarence, seriously.
"Clarence, one day I will no longer be among the living. I will leave my responsibility to you and I hope you will handle it well. I believe in you. Now off you go. Train that hand of yours, make it as sturdy as possible.
"Right, off I go then!"
Clarence rushed out of the house with clear determination to become a better fighter. Dad sighed, with relief.
"He's growing up so fast...I can't believe he is that same little cute child as when he was born."
"Yes, time goes by quickly. I sometimes wonder, James. Will he become a good father?"
"Of course, he is compassionate about his work and never gives up. That's what makes Clarence, himself!"
"You're right, I just hope he follows the right path." Jane said with a buried sad look.
"Don't worry; he knows what he's doing. Look, I'll teach him how to handle a real sword tomorrow, and I will personally tell him how to use the sword for self-defense and not for fun.
"Yes, do that. I just hope he understands how important it is for him not to commit sins. I want our family to continue our generation with good hearts."
"Every thing's going to be alright. Oh Honey, I have to go to the farm."
James quickly kissed Jane and rushed out of the house, slowly disappearing from sight, over the green hills.
Clarence arrived at his sword training ground. He took out his sword from his leather scabbard. It made a slicing noise, which Clarence always enjoyed hearing. He carefully concentrated on the dummy. It was made of natural silk and old durum wheat. He forcefully swung his sword into the dummies stomach, it penetrated it like butter. Indeed, Clarence was qualified to be a good swords master. His daily training at long last started to pay off. He practiced swinging as smoothly as possible for half an hour, until he grew tired and had to rest. He sipped some water from a nearby lake. It was called the lifegiver. Indeed it was a lifegiver, it gave energy to Clarence every time he drank from it. Not a moment to waste he thought, he continued his training.
It was a late evening; the sun had nearly sunk down. Only glimpses of orange light could be seen, sifting through the nearby tree leaves. The sky was painted with bright orange, like that orange juice he used to drink when they had the money to buy it. Clarence fell down with exhaustion. He’s been training for over 2 hours since he rested and was sweating heavily. He sat down and looked at the mellow orange sky. He remembered the times of when he used to run around the busy center of Grayrock with his friends, laughing and enjoying the summer breeze. All that was in the past now, he moved into a small country side town not far away from Grayrock. He lived with only his parents since then. His grandma visited him every June 15, with a couple of homemade presents such as socks or a wooden toy. That’s all the company he had throughout the year. His granddad has long died since the Great Grandshail war that took place 20 years ago. He never knew how he looked, or what his personality was. Everybody in the family told him that he was a great proud man, who made funny jokes from time to time to lift the mood.
His memories were suddenly interrupted by a strange loud scratching noise that came from the nearby bushes. It sounded like someone was scraping against a tree. He stood up and walked silently to the place where the sound was coming from, keeping his sword close by his right hand. The sound was getting even louder as he got closer. The sound had stopped; the trees brushed against its leaves making a rustling sound. There was total silence except the light wind. Clarence stopped, still sweating but it was not that he was exhausted. He was stunned.
Clarence jumped back with astonishment; he took out his sword as the white creature jumped at him with speed not traceable by the human eye. He fell down while screaming “Get off me you monster!” He powerfully swung his sword in all directions with his eyes closed. He abruptly stopped as he felt a soft and warm touch to his cheek. He opened his eyes and saw, a white fluffy cat. It was definitely covered with white fur. He was astounded as he never saw a white cat before, only a black or a brown one. He realized that the cat was licking his cheek. He laughed as it tickled his soft skin.
“Where did you come from?” asked Clarence with a more calmed down voice.
“Meow” the cat answered, with a cute look.
“You sure gave me a heck of a scare!” he shouted out with laughter.
Clarence stood up, dusting off the dirt from his clothes.
“Where are your owners?” he asked.
The cat sat there, wiggling his tail with a confused face.
“I know you can’t talk. Let me see your collar.”
Clarence carefully bent down to look for the collar on his neck while trying not to scare away the cat. Surprisingly he had no collar and his skin felt really warm and revitalizing, like it was filled with pure energy that was leaking out of his body.
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