Poem/Thoughts. |
It's probably shit, but these are my thoughts when I have too much time on my hands.Retire your soul to open flamesThe earth chokes on its humanity.Withered hands move the pawns,across a metaphoric bo...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Nov 2009 07:48:00 GMT |
Vengeance |
Kolt observed the horizon, as the calm breeze elevated his glistening silver hair.He approached this horizon, step-by-step. Moving, ever closer, to his destiny. He felt not the need to rush, merely t...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Nov 2008 11:26:00 GMT |
Anti-Religious poem. |
The life of a priest.
I have crossed the threshold into madness.A transcendent smile fills the air in praise of messianic delusions.The sound of shattered bells fill the hall of false prophecies.Telli...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 15:13:00 GMT |
