“The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more.” - William Wordsworth
So I have never really maintained an author's page that has been anything to write home about... But lately I have been inspired by a series of life-events that have caused me to call into question a number of things.
I strive to write from my conflicted heart. Often about Sorrow, but equally about a vague hope that is somewhat out of reach. I have learned in my few years that there is little we can learn, while there is much learning to envy.
Often, I am asked about my style... I don't have one. I write equally intense whether in rhyme or verse. Each syllable pours in a stream from the heart- an abstract notion, yet a place of dismal clarity nonetheless.
I have frequently made sacrifice for no particular reason other than to do so. This has filled my being with glee to a point, but in the end has led to remorse. Quite frankly those who do not understand have brought me to a great conflict in my moral fiber...
My love for poetry is one of few absolutes in my life. I am honored by any that choose to take a moment to read; for each of you set the remains of my spirit free...
So I have never really maintained an author's page that has been anything to write home about... But lately I have been inspired by a series of life-events that have caused me to call into question a number of things.
I strive to write from my conflicted heart. Often about Sorrow, but equally about a vague hope that is somewhat out of reach. I have learned in my few years that there is little we can learn, while there is much learning to envy.
Often, I am asked about my style... I don't have one. I write equally intense whether in rhyme or verse. Each syllable pours in a stream from the heart- an abstract notion, yet a place of dismal clarity nonetheless.
I have frequently made sacrifice for no particular reason other than to do so. This has filled my being with glee to a point, but in the end has led to remorse. Quite frankly those who do not understand have brought me to a great conflict in my moral fiber...
My love for poetry is one of few absolutes in my life. I am honored by any that choose to take a moment to read; for each of you set the remains of my spirit free...
- Last seen 2 days ago. Member since June 26, 2003.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 148 comments.
- My mood is
, and quote is "thinking intensely of those that matter most". - I am a 26 year old guy from Texas (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a bean counter..
- I am in the groups Maniacally Macabre
- I have 148 comments, 27 poems
Poems I'm focused on
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Your face hasn’t yet
Appeared above my frailty. -
Shiva surrenders shamelessly
Unto her damned notoriety. -
Never sunk, but always sinking
Never a thought, but always thinking -
I forgot to tell you that I loved you…
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There is little pity in despair.
It is as a window to the dark, -
Shimmering reflections
Of twenty-fold rejections26 lines, 18 comments, June 26, 2003. In Other -
Vexed, I wearily stir.
Winter sheer in my13 lines, 6 comments, June 25, 2003. In Other
My Poetry
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For my dear friend, ConcreteAngel.
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Concrete Angel on November 12Just stopping by to say HI and hope you are doing well. It's been a while since I've seen you around so I thought it was time to bug ya
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Concrete Angel on September 29Ah, thank you for your wonderful comments on my poetry. I am now off to read some of yours
Sorry it took me so long to get to it, been busy with my contests -
Vickie J on July 25, 2006Ah...a fellow Texan-howdy neighbor! Just thought I'd come by and find out more about you since you were new to me and you entered one of my contest.~I'll have to stop back by and read some more of your work.
