Hello, my name is Arthur. If you are wondering, no i am not gothic, but yes i do write about death a lot. I don't know why, it's just who i am. But not all poems are about death. My poems represent real life. Birth, the happinies of life, the sadnes of life, the love of life, and the final detah of life. That is what my poetry represents, the journey through life. |
Far, far way,
Deep in space...
She just stood there weeping,
Crying for her life...
He saw her face in the falling rain,
Heard her voice in the rolling thunder...
The flat sea,
grew waves...
You live your life with no one watching,
You speak your words but no one listens...
I lay here,
I feel confused...
A long time ago
in a forest far away...
Rain falls up from above
the shattered skies...
Wasted thoughts?
Wasted feelings...
If people saw life with their heart,
instead of their eyes...
It doesn't matter whether you are fat or skinny, ugly or pretty, a human or a living monster, you are entitled to happiness and a ending of happily ever after |