something changed inside of me today.
Give it a try....?
It's a state of mind.
The sleep is my drowning; The music is my water; As I die I forget the pain I feel;.....
The story of Little Balloon.
A free verse poem, originally written for someone very dear to me.
I wrote this for a friend of mine named Roger after his mother died. He stop talking to me a while after she died and now I miss him very much. It's a free verse poem.
It's not the happiest of poems, but then again thats not my thing. Not with how I am.
A old poem
Doubt to content is a daimante poem. Daimante poem usually go from one subject to the opposite of the beginning subject, hence the name. This ones old and I wrote it awhile back. Hope you like it :)
Not sure about this one... it was just sort of a rhythmic thing with interesting sounds and imagery that came out of nowhere.
a somewhat hyperbolic celebration of the indomitable human will. Ozymandius in his heyday?
An old one. Simple, but usually well received.
Once it was written, the poem reminded me of the book 1984, among others, thus the title.