Here is the first poem:
Lord of the Flies
The beast that lurks in the corners
Is ready to spring any time.
The pain and all of the sorrows
Has labored the lord of the flies.
Like animals haunted and scared
We strive to look savage and wight.
How can we this possibly bare,
If poison is just in the mind?
And here is the second poem:
Image DisappearingMy image – no, the picture! –
Lies deeply… It’s growing
To reach the highness of expectations,
To fulfill my desire of perfection,
To correspond to my measures, if there are any.
It begins to straighten,
It still has curves, but it becomes linear –
And I STILL don’t like it.
I want it to be my creation, not someone’s.
Influences from the outside smirch it so badly.
Here it comes… at last… He’s gaining some unique flesh.
And, finally, He’s disappearing…
Samantha White – freelance writer from http://www.essay-writing-place.com/. You may find me on Twitter https://twitter.com/Samanth59647500 and Facebook https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100011257741700