Escape

• Artist: Gale The Whirlwind
• Description: I wrote this poem at age 11, and to prove to people how the world pretty much is, and how I feel on the inside for someone. I hope you like it, people say it's pretty deep and emo. It's kinda long, too, so... enjoy, and rate fairly.
  
• Date: 08/04/2009
• Tags: escape poem xylonyx

I remember those stories as a child... The story of Peter Pan, Pinocchio, Beauty and the Beast, Lilo and Stitch, Three Little Pigs, and much more. Of course, there was always a protagonist, and an antagonist. The antagonist was always evil, and had done so much that no one could handle. The world depends on the hero, and he/she will save the world from evil. Sometimes I didn't want to know the end of the story. Mostly, the end of the story is happily ever after. But how could happily ever after exist after all the evil that has been done? How could endings be happy? Like, death. Death is what I call the end. Just because you defeated one or more evil antagonists, doesn't mean there won't be anymore. And I think, that I finally know... I've noticed that my face is the only thing that I cannot see without looking in a mirror, or other device where I can see my reflection... That makes me feel something; how do I know if others feel this way? How do I know if they are different? How do I know if they really are people? Evil is in all of us, and it must be stopped. Darkness is in every heart. If I'm the hero of this whole world, then all this world would need is me. Keep your values. And this might prove, that there is evil in this world, that must be stopped. And it is worth fighting for, and dying for. For a good future. But I've been experiencing... I don't feel how I used to. I suddenly turned into a depressing child all cause of this girl... I always thought she was my escape out of this change. But people have their rights to be who they want to be. I feel that I want to be this way. I've heard unsual voices in my head calling me a Chalcum... Which I've been told by the voice, Chalcum is an incomplete person with unsual powers or feelings that wish to be a whole. If I'm a Chalcum, and not a human... then why do I belong here? Where do I belong? Not here, not heaven, not hell. This also goes along with searching for the good in this world. I know that one day I will find the perfect world. Maybe a brand new world, maybe the darkness, maybe... the heart of someone... In which... I thought was my...

Escape.

Comments

[xXx Anaik xXx]

:3
i loved it.
<3

[Hylian Likely]

Brilliant, but it could use some work. You have amazing potential. : ) A little refinement is all you're lacking. Other than that... I love it. (^-^)

[aMadWorld]

I mean,

That's not a poem, that's a ******** paragraph

[Haters are my Motivators]

Wo0t! 7/5 biggrin

[EpicBoredom]

Hai John. Its Danny ;D Nice poem. Personally im a poet too. I think you should put more flow into it. But still. 5/5

[pshitsthatoneguy]

I would like to agree with Portal - Still Alive's comment. Uh, Chalcum isn't a person. It's Latin for copper.

[my last remnant]

uhmazing poem john ^ ^ your loving sis claire (: