My best Poem - Bravery

[Commander Sparx]

Brevery

You look at me with the same eyes as every one else.
You look at me with confusion, wonder.
Most of all, that twisted face I get from most.
The face that they pull when there brain can not configure me and my ways.
Because I’m different you refuse to accept.
Or are you scared?
My ways twist you in knots.
The feeling burns.
Then you get mad at me.
Just for a simple movement I take as grace.
Easy yet so complex.
I get looked at weakly.
But what they don’t see.
That I is both mentally and physically strong.
People shout the word prove in my ear.
I look at one deeply.
Gazing with my young but old eyes.
‘Another speed flight though the park.’
I make a swift move.
I walk off with so much bloody footprints.
People see hate when they told me prove.
It’s the last time I’ll see those bloody footprints again.
But.
Now the time has come.
The time when I stand up.
Boldness and bravery tightly in my had.
I wave it around like a sword.
A weapon.
Time calls when it feels it’s self is right.
I walk.
I’m about to make those bloody footprints.
As I walk I watch my target.
Target, a boy.
I rise my weapon high.
My boldness and bravery titled weapon.
The boy thinks it will be as if the past was now.
But now is the future.
This he dose not realize.
Eyes blinded from the glare of my weapon.
It makes him see other flash’s in mind.
No one knows the future.
Will it end?
Or continue.
Both will die and suffer from one higher.
Two great power collapse on each other. Never to be seen again.
To be blown in the wind.
Reflect on ones mind.
To mirror ones body.
And to copy one parallel act.
Act faces fact.
Fact to opinion as no balance.
Live to reflect one that one other did to the past.

This is based on some thing I felt about some who I hated. Well we hate each other. But I don't say the word 'hate' often, because of how powerful the word is. I wrote this when I was annoyed with this person.

[Hardcore]

Pretty cool. [;

[Aoi Sakuraba]

nicely done sparx

[Gaming Goddess]

BrAvery

You look at me with the same eyes as every one else.
You look at me with confusion, wonder.
Most of all, that twisted face I get from most.
The face that they pull when there brain can not configure me and my ways.
Because I’m different you refuse to accept.
Or are you scared?
My ways twist you in knots.
The feeling burns.
Then you get mad at me.
Just for a simple movement I take as grace.
Easy yet so complex.
I get looked at weakly.
But what they don’t see.
That I am both mentally and physically strong.
People shout the word prove [Proof?] in my ear.
I look at one deeply.
Gazing with my young but old eyes.
‘Another speed flight though the park.’
I make a swift move.
I walk off with so much bloody footprints.
People see hate when they told me prove[Proof?].
It’s the last time I’ll see those bloody footprints again.
But.
Now the time has come.
The time when I stand up.
Boldness and bravery tightly in my hand.
I wave it around like a sword.
A weapon.
Time calls when it feels it’s self is right.
I walk.
I’m about to make those bloody footprints.
As I walk I watch my target.
Target, a boy.
I rise my weapon high.
My boldness and bravery titled weapon.
The boy thinks it will be as if the past was now.
But now is the future.
This he does not realize.
Eyes blinded from the glare of my weapon.
It makes him see other flash’s in mind.
No one knows the future.
Will it end?
Or continue.
Both will die and suffer from one higher.
Two great power collapse on each other. Never to be seen again.
To be blown in the wind.
Reflect on ones mind.
To mirror ones body.
And to copy one parallel act.
Act faces fact.
Fact to opinion as no balance.
Live to reflect one that one other did to the past.

This is based on some thing I felt about some who I hated. Well we hate each other. But I don't say the word 'hate' often, because of how powerful the word is. I wrote this when I was annoyed with this person.

Fixed, kinda

[Hardcore]

..I just noticed
yer title is "Brevery"
Is that your friends name, or did you misspell Bravery?