Much to my dismay, I will be unable to post my poetry as often as before. This is because university has started, and therefore, it will consume much of my time. Anyways, I shall try to post my work whenever it is possible. However, for copyright purposes, I will abstain from posting as many poems as I would like to. Ah, these plagiarisers! |
An hollow heart, and empty of love,
But full of dirous, dreadful dreams...
Whilom, in a rainy day of early June,
While wand'ring in the Labyrinth of Solitude...
Cruel Fate
A Tribute to John Donne...
Time's a liar, in whom I trusted much
And love has now betray'd my sense as well...
The fresh autumnal breeze caress'th my cheek,
the joy this brings I can no longer seek...
Lagrima
If only a tear I could be...
Lo! The labyrinthine loneliness prevails
As an absurd allusion to discord...
The Poet
The poet's heart, by loneliness consumed...
History's Forgotten Past
The fragile existence sounds in the wind...
Meditation: Sonnet
In dark he stands, and asks about the unknown...
Life is like a crystal ball. It is perfect and beauteous, but a single error can break it into several pieces. |
The better poet is not he who writes magnificently on paper, but he who expresses beauty through his feelings and actions. |
How dreadful truth is, but how much more dreadful to live in a lie is. |