What's that crane doing out there?
This is a poem I wrote in memory of my Great Grandmother.
I was tweleve you thirteen. We stopped the hate over a common mood. Loneliness
Ever the fallen soul is beautiful.
watch the ones that threaten u but watch those that dont twice as hard
death everyone wonders wut it will be like
Just something I wrote when I was feeling a little down...
My defense of my favourite band when my friend called them conformists.
Hello darkness...my friend I trust in your shadows I can hide It's only you I can trust in the end To kill the pain, I tried...
Don't leave me here in my time of need Don't leave me alone with Fear Here I plead...
They are blind. They are deaf. They are out of tone. And guess what? So are you.
I was inspired to write this poem by the Saskatchewan license plate and what I have seen of the beautiful province. I hope you like it. It doesn't really fit in any genre, but fantasy was closest.