An old gem of mine I found while digging around previous poetry blogs.
This was one of my first sparks of 'greatness', but all in all, it isn't that great, but I'm grateful for writing it; it paved the way for more sophisticated, deeper material.
And so, I wrote until the sun kissed my face, And the birds screamed sunrise melodies; As the people in their homes slept the morning hours away Until their dreams were only sweet memories. Then they awake to their 9-5 job, As I am harrowingly writing on Some abandoned rooftop Smoking the last drag … Continue reading God-Forsaken Immortality
Come the end, for I am ready; Come the end, the world is heavy. Lest I lie, or lest I leave, The best of me I will retrieve. But if I breathe tomorrow my last, And today is only A thing of the past, I will remember The world and all its contrast: … Continue reading Come the End
Here is my very first poem that, I, at the time, thought was remarkable: which, consequently led to me writing my first book of poetry "The Escape: Musings of the Underground".