Abstraction... Immersed
A young earth waits upon your call...Time flows on, you lie to all...The lies are new, none heard before...which mind remembers never more...All this place is, is pain...Doubts grow like a growing stain...In the dark no voice will sound...reflect,...
A Love and a Half (poem)
I know this poem might be a little off, so if you don't like it, blame it on my younger self. And now, I present to you, A Love and a Half There was once a lonely man, whom when he sings, it never stands. One day, he walked past a clock that never...
Here And Now
When will you tell the truthAll you say are lies Its time to dropYour actTime has endedStop it nowShut up and perishIt's ended Here and nowI know what you wantI was your slave for so longIt's time for meTo take my revengeIt's time nowFor RevengeIts...
Just Another Poem :)
You were never real. Never were and never will be. But for today, I'll sit real still, and close my eyes. If I shut them tight enough, I can see you there. I can remember you clearly, and I can smile. I can love again. If I open my eyes, a single...
You are not a rock! (a poem)
For Kris, who reminded me that there is much joy and happiness to be found even in the darkest times! When a rock is beat by the waves it learns what it is and what it is not When a rock is beat by the waves it learns what is real and what is just...
The Moon
If you're told that you're not worthy, Or even that you're damned, Just look up at the moon, And take her outstretched hand. If you're ever falling deeper, Into a nightmare steep, Just look up at the moon, She'll guard you while you...
Poet's Memoirs: Skyclad
On a shadowed night, such as this, I sometimes like to reminisce, And think of all the things I've said, What words I've wrote, what thoughts I've lead. I like to think I'll make my mark, I'd like to come out of the dark, But while these words...
Griffith
Gracefully riposte this decaying situation, My Inebriated infatuation, Fueled dance with the macabre. In do haste I must protest, whilst in awhile I'll digest, These thoughtless thoughts I've thought, while I walk my crooked mile.
Voice Heard
Yet, the poetry collections first read then learned by indebted scholars are rhymed and metered, and so they produce poetry collections that are rhymed and metered,&
Culling the Fold
Culling the Fold And God looked down upon the face of the world which they had created so long ago. In their absence it had changed, and yea, it displeased them greatly. No longer were the people kind or hopeful or honorable. God touched theirself...
Writing competition entry "THE RUN"
A short story written as an entry for the write4fun "legendary" poetry and short story competition of 2012. please tell me what you think of it.
The Psychology of a Crush #3
I've been getting into poetry and stuff a lot lately". he scratched the back of his ebony furred neck, a telltale sign that i had succeeded in flustering the usually confident canine.