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These are my poems, I write them to challenge myself, explore new styles, but most of all to continue to enjoy the written word. So, these poems are about my explorations, and my experiences with life, explained in poetry. Hope you like it :D

Endless Night The mind It's not fixed, not trapped It's free, free to twirl, twist, and tumble, like an enveloping wind it surrounds you. Kept thinking last night, waiting for light, waiting for anything to take me away from the twisted reality I call my living world. It wouldn't stop wouldn't let me go to rest, couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't, as merging thoughts kept running, trying for first within my head. My head couldn't stop spinning, like a never ending windy

Settling for Butterflies In a room, thirty minutes before She stands in white, the haute couture About to walk down that dreaded aisle She sits, ponders, never not sure Physically hurtful when she's mad But he stays because he knows She can be friendly, lovely and sweet This is just her, when she is low Lavender scent where memories sing From within where that scent holds Dialling the phone, and the voice she hears Brings back feelings that were once untold People s

Falling Angel Did you ever hear the tale of the falling angel? Somehow aware and not aware of the rushing ground It spent years forever in purity But to the damned lonely earth, this soul was bound Hell was born before, but rebellion it could have been but what led to this tragedy of a falling soul? Many toss it away as the typical stuff, That old sex, drugs.... and rock and roll. Teardrops wept as the lost one stood, Lost in a world of muggers and whores Regretting ev

Beating Heart Pumping away in vain ethereal beats. Never stopping, Constant beats. Spreading Warmth and light And love. One day, I simply thought Why beat the constant beat? Do I deserve the life it gives? Do I deserve its beat? One day It happened, There was No reason, For it to beat again. Life was too hard My strength too weak, So why not Simply stop the beat? It carried on and kept on going, in vain ethereal beats. It was the

Walking on the Path of Life I wonder where this path will lead, I have no choice but to keep on walking, I listen to the thoughts and emotions dear, That flitters around my world, Converging paths, and songs unheard Stories unread and thoughts unspoken, I hear them all in my unfound mind Wondering, thinking here, I'm lost in a mist of word and form, Picking out the words anew, For imagery, form, technique and rhyme bring together what I see On my path I may be struc

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