Thread: S0lll0s' GardenBook

So this is my first poem, actually my first English one...
It's just made by a idea popping into my mind...

Black night
Hidden in the unsure
Ready to strike
Who can fight me?

Black night
Waiting
To surrender myself to
Light
But escape again
Who can fight me?

Black night
Alone in the dark
Dark myself
Who can fight me?

Black night
Surrounded by darkness
Who can fight me?
I can.

Those 3 I have written today in a free hour before school:

Early morning
Grey day
But colorful inside
Wish it'd just stay -
Early

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Green and Grey
living and silent
at the start of the day

Green and Grey
peaceful and cold
when you have to work

Grey and Grey
lifeless both
the day is ending now

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Destruction
Destroying things is fun
- for some
But what mostly isn't seen
Is how creative it can be
Just mind the Sphinx
Without a nose
Art and Destruction
are the same

I like my very first most, and the last one of these is my favorite of today.
The inspiration came from the nature around me,
The green leaves and the grey school building
And holes in the facade, still from the 2nd world war.