Self-published author of "Keep The Memory - Lose The Reality" a poetry collection book. Currently working on a follow up collection of poetry "Time Created Memories" as well as my first novel. About me: I enjoy creative art, painting, photography and creative writing.
With your birthday approaching,. I sat to form the words,. That express my inner feelings,. Words that, as yet, don't exist,. Not in any culture,. Words the lack common sense,.
The mistakes I have made, And the second thoughts, I allowed to fade, The things I have done, The challenges I have faced, Even the ones I won, Acceptable errors. Or unforgivable disasters.
Given enough moments I could understand everything..
I hate it, When I forget to listen, To my thoughts..
I'm not crazy, Im the latest version of normal..
Wondering down a path in my mind, Walking past all my memories everyday..
The only thing stronger, Than the mind, Is the heart, And when your mind, Follows your heart, The world will fold beneath you..
DEATH, The destination of all creation, And when I die, I shall not go to the sky, I shall remain here, And I will not face god, For he will not face ME..
The history of every family line contains a few dark secrets and forgotten horrors, some bloodlines have secrets of shame and humiliation,.
Reacting on an emotion, And writing it on paper, Focusing on the moment, And ripping it apart, Studying thoughts in my head, For the words I once said, Finding the answer, In the deepest...
A simple wish,. For a single kiss,. To express an emotion,. The dictionary missed,. The bond we share,. Is love with a delightful twist,. Passionate contact,. With both souls intact,.
One for each finger, One for each knuckle, One for every freckle, And a nice long cuddle..
I like it when there's cheese in the microwave,. And onions in the oven,. I'll fry them all in the morning,. And eat them in the afternoon,. I'll spend all day wanting more,.
I saw myself once, And very slowly, I waved..
Stressful days,. Angry stares,. Contempt in the eyes,. Voices raised,. Words of Hurt,. Shared with despise,. The heated moment,. Passing,. The disagreement,. Aching,. The true meanings,. Blurred,.
Be who I am, For tomorrow you will see, You are who you thought you was, Before you knew you was me..
Once upon a time,. There was a lost man,. In a forest covered in snow,. Wandering around admiring the beauty,. Of the prison he had found,. He smiled and laughed as the trees shook,.
Write your role in life, Lay down the page, Begin your next chapter, And fill in your story, With a kingdom of friends, Rest upon this throne of simple words, Written with broken pens..
Life's draws blood,. Slowly flowing through the veins,. Pouring through broken skin,. Running along dismembered limbs,. Slipping off the end,. Dripping through the air,. The pool of blood,.
Think of this poem, As a crack in my persona, Metaphorically my armour, Explore the experiences, That form the expressiveness, Exploit the weakness, That cower in the distance, When we...
In dreams of sanity, A forest of frozen thoughts, and forgotten lands, I find the will to wake..
Deep in the darkness, Lies the key to the light, All that can see clearly, Have crawled through the night..