A short, impromptu description of a lake someplace. Wordy and lots of shameless metaphor.

This poem was made shortly after “Christmas Mourning” but I decided to wait in order to publish it and wait until Christmas to officially publish it. I want to shout out to my readers with a Merry Christmas! And maybe a look into how I see Christmas through my eyes. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.

A strangely enjoyable poem of mine that I’ve been working on. This took me a little while to write this one but overall, I put a lot of strange things in this poem that ultimately lead up to something that mankind cannot do without. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.

This is a poem that I made from the vision of what I view as "Mother Nature". But now that the seasons are changing, I decided to make an environment of beauty. The result is this poem. Comments are open.

This poem I wrote while ago. Somewhere in October but I didn’t publish it right away. This actually sounds somewhat of a song but I guess that is how I built it. Other than that, I built it off of metaphors of how I perceived as feelings before a relationship begins to take hold. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.

This is a little fable that I actually enjoyed writing. The message of the piece is based off of a belief of mine that “Mankind doesn”t deserve the prospers of nature’. That is in this little short story fable. I hope the reader enjoys. Comments are open.

This poem was very complex to write. It is also one of my most longest (but I hope the reader doesn’t get turned off by that because this is a pretty good piece that is worth the time). However this poem was built off of metaphors and some the many dark things that I see occurring in Manhattan, New York. This poem is quite twisted and it is a tough one to fully understand if people were to look at it with a narrow mind. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.

Some poems I made in my spare time. please like and comment.

I started to write this poem out of my randomness for writing. This poem seems to be a gentle poem in some twisted way but I don’t nesscesarily know what to make of it. Comments are open.

The poet is the "priest of the invisible" and that is why poetry is hard to define, but understanding and appreciation of poetry can be developed. How? Read on.