Death is the endRate this poem
Death is the end of life, of love of everything. Death is nothing, or rather the absence of being.
Death is the only Absolute conqueror. He has never fought A battle and lost. He only wins And moves on.
His victims are silent, They … Continue reading Death is the end
Death and LifeRate this poem
Death is terrible. Life is beautiful. Death comes quietly. Life roars. Death destroys. Life creates. Death is Glorious. Life is miserable. Death conquers. Life dies. Death builds legends. Life makes villains. Death is Life.
The FallRate this poem
Silence invades, Stifling all thought. A man stands at the edge of a chasm, confused, Alone, lost.
He knows this place. His body language Makes it obvious, But he is searching, Something is missing.
He sees it, finally. The burned wreckage Of what was a bridge. … Continue reading The Fall
RealityRate this poem
Scribbles on the page Words out of my mouth They mean nothing.
Jane Austen, Hemingway, Even Robert Frost, Their words are but words.
What do words mean, When I have pictures? They are nothing.
What are pictures, When I have my eyes? A thousand words.
But one … Continue reading Reality
The DarkRate this poem
I live, but I am dead. I love, but I am hate. I think, but I am action. I am, but I am not. The world will not move For me anymore, Not without you, And yet, Time goes on, And the Earth moves on. All … Continue reading The Dark