Hello. It's been a while since I've put anything new up here. I wonder if any of you will remember me from a few years ago.
I rarely do rhymes, but I do like them. I think they serve a purpose. I somewhat lean a kind of freestyle kind of write, almost like story telling. I do hope some of you actually read my poetry. I do come up here and read what's written out here. I have read some very, very good poetry here. It makes me wonder if I'm on a level with some of you.
Still, I will try to put up some new writes for you, and I will try to be true to myself.
This love we make, full of warmth, full of passion. This love we make, born of want and wishes. This love we make, causing anger and hate, tearing our worlds apart. This love we make, to want so much of, or to be so rid of
6 years ago
When you hold that knife, make sure
the blade faces....away. You wouldn't want
to cut your own throat.
7 years ago
The quiet man. Don't give him too much power. He won't be quiet anymore.