Biography
Just a lover of poetry from Gilbert America.
Samples
the ballad hums through echoes against the walls, solemnly waltzing alone dreaming about it all, smiling writhing fictional reality that comfortably smiles in return, let this, these notes dance alongside us forever, no change can happen, its always my turn, beautiful magical yet sad as red fern, that grows, let this image glow, happiness within a mirage, am i dead in heaven or is hell tormenting me with what can not be instead of allowing me to burn, after a while please give me that fire, levitating my heart wihile my consciousness drowns in stories made up by me the liar, it's not as glorious as my lies make it seems, i mean, to explain it just go with me stating an old line "born alone, die alone", yes, this is me so before i come out of this dream, i'll enjoy this artificial feeling before second half of my prophecy comes to be, hymns radiate me before reality takes me .........erases me
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Do you want to be featured here? Submit your profile.