This is Mindtrip #3. Use your imaginations to the fullest extent to get the most enjoyment out of this.

This was written on 18 July 2011.

Hoot Owl Inn is a charming hotel, on a snowy town, on a starless night. Or is it just my imagination?

Even a sick day can inspire a poet.

Response to Daniel Crompton’s Triangular Sequence Poetry Challenge
3 verses, three lines each using the following syllabic sequence -
1, 3, 6
10, 15, 21
6, 3, 1
http://authspot.com/poetry/poetry-competition-triangular-sequence/

A poem that I wrote in remembrance of a day that taught me a lot about life.

Probably my darkest of poems about William BloodDagger, but it really shows what his thoughts are like. And when I say mask, I say it metaphorically.

And yet another poem about the infamous William BloodDagger.

Just a poem written by me. A poem called: You cannot be saved.

Broken you stand in the darkness.
Tears are running down your face.
Tears are dropping on the cold stone floor.
You will forget the days when only sunshine posessed your delicate soul….

Certain things are better left unsaid.

I don’t believe what I am being told.

A look at a cold day on the farm.