A poem that I wrote yesterday that ended up being about the anniversary of a memory.
Tag: weather scope
This is a poem I wrote several years ago about my best friend. I never plan on sharing it with him, it's not something that even needs to be said, but whether he knows it or not, he has saved my life on more than one occasion.
March, Ye Bandits
This is an example of a poem that practically wrote itself. The phrase came to me randomly and I decided to make a very transparent, awesome, poem about it, and in doing so the unique structure came about.
Hollow Ivy in the Bower Grave
A poem I wrote just now, which is a metaphor for waiting until I can again find light and peace in her.
Time and Change
A poem I wrote moments ago about how much I hate time for bringing about change whom I hate most of all for taking away all the good that should last.