Biography of Alex Fischer
Alex Fischer started writing in the 8th Grade with short stories on a comical character called Agent 009 Handgun. Mostly using these for stories that had to be written for class, he never once thought that writing would be something he was interested in. By the 10th Grade he entered the world of poetry, and realized how much he adored it. After finishing a year of college at USF (University of South Florida) and second year at IRSC (Indian River State College) , Alex continues to write poetry and short stories, and even is working on a book and a play. Now living with his wife and two kids, and a third one coming, Alex continues to write in his free time still loving every moment of creating a new world and newer fantasies that were not previously constructed.
Alex Fischer Poems
Spring! How beautiful is the Spring! How wonderful is the Spring! How majestic is the Spring! How fantastic is the
The Burning Fire
There is something burning in my heart Spreading like a forest fire It engulfs my body and my mind Taking over me it burns me alive
A Love Above Loves
When I think of you I think of a certain kind of love When I hear your name I hear a certain kind of love
A Perfect Day
A normal day Breeze passing my way The sun showing its face Revealing its grace
A New Beginning
A new beginning I have begun A new road I have taken off on A new life I have started up A new view of life I have begun
What Have I Done Wrong?
Here again to show the sadness, pain, and grief Not of lost love, but a pain so bleak A life that seems so meek A darkened shadow that creeps it way to kill
Morning dew Comes out so fresh and new It sparkles with joy Upon the leaves
Dreams Of Emotions
Dreams contain a certain thing A certain thing that makes a dream a dream There are dreams of love Dreams of hate
A Time With My Love
Here's a little rhyme of mine Yesterday I sat in the park Comforting my love from her day that was dark
My Love, My Love!
My love, my love! Your love is so pure My love, my love! Your kiss is so sweet My love, my love! Your touch is so grand My love, my love! You have me at your hands
I ask you to do a simple task I ask you for you to dream I ask for you to dream forever About this love that may be
Let Death Come To Me (For Life Is A Foll...
Let death come to me for life is a folly No longer do I find happiness in the day Everyday becomes worse and worse leading up to that wretched St. Valentines Day I hate so I damn it all
What A Journey
What a journey this has been This journey that leads me to you It has been full of twists and turns And has lead me to the purest prize
The Ebbing Darkness
There is an ebbing darkness in my mind Its presence is growing now all the time Ever since that woman who I thought was mine Betrayed me and left me to die
A rock so simple and pure
It can be whole and majestic
Or scattered and dull
How does a rock change with time?
How do we know that it’s not alive?
We say that it is not
But we don’t know for sure