A short story with room for expansion. Something I wrote awhile ago and might expand on.

To be the best at everything may not always be the better position.

From the beginning of time, the mankind was in great fear.

Horrors were around us all the time.

Animals, storms and dark…

Indifferent to this war, for who I am real fight?
For ground-water, for political elites, or to myself.
Ah, indeed, life is empty, no order, no meaning, no.

This poem speaks of the second coming of Christ, describing what is supposed to happen.

It’s time!

My poem "One Wish" turned into a letter…

A brief look at what time is and a few aspects of it.

A man who was once completely indoctrinated into an evil path slowly comes to the light.

You’ve colored your face green with haste and severed everything beneath your rays.