Poet Introduction I am a musician for fun and a writer at heart. I tend to write in metaphors, so don't take my work bluntly. I enjoy making people think passed the guts and gore in my poems to find the true meaning behind it.
If only mine sight could deceive Bless'd, illusion t'would be A solitary stray beam to my dilated eyes Be this the almighty End? Nay, breathe
Air lay heavy in my lungs Though I squander it none Hands no longer stagnant Scouring for a break in the seal Nay, none such a space, however Alas! A key of sorts? Placed in the notch before my face Coarse on one side And doth splinter with the other Nay, breathe
To what service is this?! A match to burn my troubles away? Bringing my fist down in distemper Doth brought...
The breeze is pale and choking A haze dripping impurity on the world Not your world, just ours Not my world, just theirs A dying branch on the sentient tree
The grass is gray upon the ground Swan songs belted from our hearts Our hearts in the air, the trees, in ourselves Drowning, struggling to catch a tear in the stream The better have yet to do their best
Swept under the rug and left to starve Now the branch has broke It floats down stream, riding on a tear No place left to go but down This, the shaded land,...