The room was silent, filled with calm souls looking for clarity. The stage was set, risers full of black dresses.
I have not yet come to terms with my lonely disposition. In and out, here and there, people always seem
Rage, rage against the dying of the Light. Fight against the inevitability of death, for it is your only hope.
You stood there. You stood there while a cried a river of tears, It filled my surroundings and nearly drowned
A sorrowful heart, Filled to the brim with pain. Unable to comprehend what has happened, he walks into a shadowy
Night life, shining brightly and radiantly with the tinge of the dark. The moon hangs in the night sky, and
Standing tall in the face of a monster made of doubt. I feel like retreating, Going inward. I do not
It didn’t happen suddenly. Over many months of ignorance, many years of unawareness, and many decades of neglect. She rots,
Poem about the 2017 eclipse.
A poem about a first love