Surrounded by these faces...That are filled with lies
She tried to find the way...The right path for her to take
I have nothing to say about this except that I really only like the first two lines in the third stanza. I never know how to give a genre to my poems...
This is a year or so old, but it's the closest to a piece on love I've ever come, even though it's really about the self-destructive nature of relationships. Uh...yep. I guessed at a rating.
A poem on the Vietnam War. No real genre or warnings that I know of.
This one is for what I have written and will write for the LiveJournal Community 100_words.
I was digging through some of my old works and came across some poems I written a few years ago. This poem in particular was written some "X" number of years ago to a female I am glad I have nothin...
The tone of life is comparable to the sky--often cloudy. But is that really a bad thing?
A poem I worte at school. Um...I don't know a summary for it...but...just read it and find out, kay?
what more can I say?
Like the title says
the end of life, this poem has been published in two books.
how I feel