I wish I could write more than I do. I wish I had the spare time to do all the things I want, but alas life conspires against our wishes, always. Doesn't it? If there were no obstacles, then our wishes would be accomplished, and all would be well with our world. From time to time I do write, and out of that, some scribblings emerge alive and whole. If they are a poem, chances are they'll make it here. As for the rest, we'll never know...
- Member since May 13, 2006.
- I'm a topaz horse poet for 18 comments.
- I am a guy (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Student.
- I have 18 comments, 10 poems, 1 story
My Poetry
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A siren swoons as the silver sickle in the sky shines on / I try to reach a trembling hand, reaching for my last cigarette left / But it doesn’t make it anywhere close. The only thing that moves are my / Tremblin
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A silent strain of violin,
Sets me off in this lucid dream21 lines, 3 comments, May 15, 2006. In Dark -
Watch the hidden polar bear
White against the snow.4 lines, 1 comment, May 14, 2006. In Nature
