Knife’s Edge
Just a poem that slowly changed as my attitude changed while i was writing it. the one mentioned in it knows who she is, and told me i should do more poetry. i may just do so. i walk a knife's edge.
Dreams (A poem for Finn by Nick)
#6 of poems this is mildly connected to the white horizon. its a poem nick wrote for finn. he's my perfect guy, his green eyes, are like emeralds, as they look into mine.
A continuing poem of a journey to love
This poem is small right now; but as i get farther along my journey, i shall add more to this poem and with luck and love. this poem's ending will be happier than anything i'll ever make. but it is a hard journey on the path i take.
Beware of Human Being (poem)
We were given a poem called "the crocodile" by jack prelutsky and then we were supposed to rewrite the poem from the crocodile's perspective. thus this poem has come to life.
The New Goliath - Chapter Four
._ from horace's poem, which he knew well. but the whole line in the poem went, _carpe diem quam minime credula postero._ "seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future." something was happening to him.
why would you lie?
#3 of poems just a poem every year, some one will disappear, every day, time will fade away some help, some hurt while other's will shove you in the dirt some believe, other's doubt why must you shout?
Poem
#3 of old poems o ever the best of friends are we, we three who say, "the best are we!" my friend, my brother, him and me, and my other half completes the three.
Twisted Purity
#14 of poems this is a follow up to the previous poem purest heart. while unicorns are often portrayed as graceful, pure, magnificent creatures they are far from perfect.
pain with a smile
#4 of poems yeah.. so here's a poem.. i can't stand it. my music isn't loud enough to make me deaf. my blade isn't sharp enough to make me dead. i push you all away. wishing your happiness to stay. i will leach you dry.
Towards a New Era - Pilot Chapter
After a few words and to end it as soon as i could, i agreed without negotiation to bring his poem to his love. in return, he gave a gourd filled up with mare milk, a luxury to me.
Place of the heart
#1 of poems a prose worth reading for those that are lovers of nature in metaphor my heart has a place that it calls home. a room that the blues skies are that rules the ceiling. where the floor is green, green, grass.
No Plateau Even for the Thirsty
So i mentioned in the description of the last poem that it was half of a set of poems that i posted on the same day, this is the other half of that set.