I do NOT like this theme.
I HATE it to inny mini bits.
I have never, I repeat, NEVER, been a fan of horror stories. And unlikely EVER to be.
The last "horror" movie, or series, I watched is XXX Holic. And THAT to most people isn't even horror at all!
Oh and what I'm writing is inspired by that series by the way. The moment I heard this next theme I thought of the series, and I did say before that when it comes to writing, I act on my first instincts.
Call me a copycat if you want. I have absolutely no intention to delve deeper into this subject. I am already scaring the crap out of myself while drafting out this story-poem.
Please pray for my sake that you will see less of these horror-related themes in the future. Or I may just
CRACK
The Bride in White
***
She walked past in front of me...
A sight lovely to behold...
But in such a place... It's just odd.
The sight of her disturbed my thoughts.
A year later...
I walked home again...
When I reached the crossroads...
I froze on the spot.
The very same bride...
In the same gown so white...
This time I'm sure...
She is no ordinary person.
She walked ahead past my face...
Towards a church that is not there...
This time she gazed at me,
And I saw... Sinister eyes.
I was so scared,
I dared not sleep that night.
A year passed again.
This time, I brought a friend.
Today, I did not see her.
But she continued haunting my thoughts.
I stood alone at the crossroads,
Thinking... Why... Of all odds?
I went on home,
Thankful she left me alone.
But I still felt disturbed...
Remembering the last time we met.
She walked past my friend and I,
Still in her gown... Sinisterly divine...
I consulted my friend.
She said......
"What bride?"
I HATE it to inny mini bits.
I have never, I repeat, NEVER, been a fan of horror stories. And unlikely EVER to be.
The last "horror" movie, or series, I watched is XXX Holic. And THAT to most people isn't even horror at all!
Oh and what I'm writing is inspired by that series by the way. The moment I heard this next theme I thought of the series, and I did say before that when it comes to writing, I act on my first instincts.
Call me a copycat if you want. I have absolutely no intention to delve deeper into this subject. I am already scaring the crap out of myself while drafting out this story-poem.
Please pray for my sake that you will see less of these horror-related themes in the future. Or I may just
CRACK
The Bride in White
***
Today... I turn nineteen...
It should be a day to celebrate...
But I have been dreading this day every year...
Since the same day three years back.
I remember skipping home happily from school...
Carrying an armful of presents.
When I reached the crossroads...
I saw her.
A beautiful bride...
Tall and slender...
Dressed all in white...
Roses in her hands so tender.
It should be a day to celebrate...
But I have been dreading this day every year...
Since the same day three years back.
I remember skipping home happily from school...
Carrying an armful of presents.
When I reached the crossroads...
I saw her.
A beautiful bride...
Tall and slender...
Dressed all in white...
Roses in her hands so tender.
She walked past in front of me...
A sight lovely to behold...
But in such a place... It's just odd.
The sight of her disturbed my thoughts.
A year later...
I walked home again...
When I reached the crossroads...
I froze on the spot.
The very same bride...
In the same gown so white...
This time I'm sure...
She is no ordinary person.
She walked ahead past my face...
Towards a church that is not there...
This time she gazed at me,
And I saw... Sinister eyes.
I was so scared,
I dared not sleep that night.
A year passed again.
This time, I brought a friend.
Today, I did not see her.
But she continued haunting my thoughts.
I stood alone at the crossroads,
Thinking... Why... Of all odds?
I went on home,
Thankful she left me alone.
But I still felt disturbed...
Remembering the last time we met.
She walked past my friend and I,
Still in her gown... Sinisterly divine...
I consulted my friend.
She said......
"What bride?"
8 Comments:
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Watanuki Kimihiro =O=
I think the tall man was creepier =o=
Was it a tall man (shadow) in the first place? I forgot.
You should have just written/made it into a short story IMO swt.
dei..i seriously x get it..but the poems sounds great to me..btw..nice work of urs..keep it up gurl..catch up with u in skul tomoro..hehehe....
"What Bride ?" says your friend,"but hey, i kinda like the groom standing over at the cross road there ! " Hehe I see no dead bride.
Leonard
Firesky: Nyaa I just don feel like going deeper into this theme T_T I'm not kidding. I freaked out when I realised that I finished this at 12am sharp X______X
Anonymous: Don get what? But thanks ^o^
Leonard: Teh bride isn't even human in the first place ok? =_= geez...I notice your comments these days are rather sarcastic...T_________T So sad...
my dear Secretary..seriously i had no idea what to comment bout ur poems la..=_=
..ur english very 'chim' le..but overall is great!
=.= hello....Happy Birthday my dear Secretary! Sorry tht i dropped my hp tht day n got a new hp which ended up all my contacts lost..so can't sms u =S
creepy poem indeed...esp the last line...
eh u can actually handle this theme quite well tho u hate it...
anyway it's another good piece from u...
keep on writing and ya happy birthday to you...i know x2 it's one day late...
^^v: Really? But I always thought the english I use is quite simple @_@ this could be a problem...O_O
Dan: Hehe thanks very much~ ^o^ though I think if u had watched the series XXX Holic you wud probably say I copycat @_@ eheheh but thanks~! XD
PS: Drop me new topic la!!! >O<
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