Biography
I am no where near a poet, but sometimes I have good ideas.
Samples
“Consumed” The mind, from secret places that stretch from sea to sea, To the smallest of memories. Of all the things that could be on his mind? Why does it always come back to her? His mind searching for every little detail, from the feel of her finger-tips to the fragments of scattered color in her eyes. It strives to know, to understand something he knows so little about. Trying to reveal those brief seconds. If only he knew? Maybe those seconds wouldn't have passed so quickly. His mind just wanders. He sits back in his chair, Consumed, noticing a blank sheet of paper, So I write.
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Blog entries by Steven Nagy
Modernist Modern (11/04/2016)
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