Biography
Poetry is a constant pass time- a way of dealing with life's complications and adversities. i write to cope with inner struggles I'm too scared to phrase out loud. Being someone who portrays a fun, outgoing and confident facade, makes it hard to covey true sensitivity sometimes to friends of mine, so maybe strangers will understand.
Samples
That fateful one of The Lords -supposed- day. A simple gathering in the front Of what mans castle? Frames. A rare sight of that allusive ear-to-ear Ellipses. Our shared dream catchers, Mingling waves and grins from one pot we hardly saw. This last twelfth, Yet be the hardest our lives can swing. His son, my old-man, Fast to the M11 as a stamp to a letter. What does thou think? Whence the rising of the sun, welcomes with open arms, A setting sun; -As you walk out of my life Forever
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