Happiness and peace.

My day to day life is just like a dream. Some time there is no plan, no guide what I’d like to do. But realy life is still going on…and a thing done more than I could think.

The feeling when you are left by the one you love.

The passion of the unknown, what makes us thrive on love and cease all impurities, if but, only by our minds.

It is a dark poem. The House of Ice means another place. Where the conflict and agony comes from within the world. When the world needs to know. This house cannot be open to anyone. This house was made from something evil, something God can only destroy.

A night, to the weary,
the minstrel sang..

Just stopped my thoughts.

Seasonal Poetry, winter.

A poem about loss and solitude.

This is for nights when you walk around the city, and then see the truth.