| To Keejo. A cute little poem I wrote for Keejo for her birthday. |
The Cure. Note: this poem is an example of an extended metaphor. Yea (hmm, I wonder who else spells it this way =P), it does have rhymes and no rhythm. I just wrote it when once I felt bad. (More specifically, when I destroyed a bridge, or so it felt.) |
Incoherent Transmutations. The best and most expressive poem I've ever written. It captures the essence of what I felt. Dedicated to Ivee. |
| The Divine Strife. LeeAnne (by the way, it's dedicated to you), without knowining you I would not have written it. It contains so much symbolism and ambiguity that I myself cannot completely understand it. |
The Light. As a result of my overall frustration with some people, I decided to write this poem. Indeed, it does start off gloomy; but the whole poem is positive and perfectly matches with "Voices in the Dark," a song written by unknown artist, claiming to be Enigma. Dedicated to Irina. |
The Descent. I wanted to make a gentle and loving poem, and I think I succeeded in some parts. The setting is inside at first and outside later. The sun is setting, and warm breeze flows through the lands. The sky is red and gray, and the air is pleasant and calm. There is no pity; there is no looking back. This is the next necessary step in the natural course of life. Dedicated to Irina. |