So I began writing on this website when I was 14 and had just moved for the first time in my life. I am now 22 and I am finishing up college. I haven't written poetry for over 5 years now but I would like to thank everyone that supported me and helped me during the portion of my life that I was active on this site. |
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
We grow old and fade and rust...
They’re all against me
This is no fun...
The rain drops splattering while it rains
Each one drumming on the window panes...
I can sit beside myself
And look into my life...
The Crimson rain is falling
It’s flowing past in sheets...
You breath me in first thing of every day
but you always question this fact...
How can I say what I want to say
Without sounding cynical...
For now, an experiment with words
I sense forever these violent scents...
Roses are red
Violets are blue...
Can you look at me,
Look at me like you used to...
Rum runners and red lights flit through my minds eye as sleep slowly subdues me. |
Omnes Vulnerant, Ultima Necat |
Your eyes are not just for seeing the obvious, learn to use them. |