The Hunter
The antlered head of the prey turned, facing the east as the light of its life, faded from eyes of chocolate hue. withdrawing teeth from flesh, the hunter licked its lips clean of blood, and sat back on its haunches.
Poem #91: The Way
#92 of poetry this is a poem about losing your way down the path that we like to call life, and how lonely it feels. it's also about the loss of some people while trying to find your way again. hope you enjoy.
A Old Bloodline Dying Out
ive lost so many of the people i love i once had a large family now its numbers dwindle the last of my families bloodline is fading away my last living uncle is the only one left of the oldest bloodline of my family and he is not married and has no...
The Time In Between
Now is the time to make myself a new and create my own trail into the forest of life.
My guild to help people in Life. Part 1
life is full of problems that every one faces. it can be handled in many ways, like a test or a maze of only some of the ways to handle it.
A Draw
Do people only care about me because they worry about me? Or do they actually take interest of what I hold myself up to be? I do not believe that what I show others is the real me. I feel like a fake; forever hiding from judgment and the truth. How can...
Stream
Feind of time unvale your testomony demon of life unleash your strife angle of death unseal your sheath time meets life, life meets death, death meats time, as we flow through the eternal stream we carry the burden **that is life
Poem #61: Dance with the Music
I guess one could say that its about finding your own path in life. anyways, hope you enjoy.
Poem #42: Nothing
It is about appreciating life.
Poem #16: Life
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Poor People
Chance controls your life. if only people could see, that we all are equal beings. you cannot control luck. you are firmly stuck in a rut. we shouldn't judge people because of this. yet, we still do due to privileges blinding us.
Poem #76: The Hourglass
_The Hourglass_ The sounds of an hourglass Are small, but exist. Its affects upon the mouse are none indeed But the effects on man are greater For the man feels rushed and hurried To complete his task in the time allotted. He hurries to complete...