Biography of Blake Foxx
If there is one thing i admire more then anything else its Dr. Seuss, a master of the rhyme. He is the man who wrote the quote i live my life by.
Do what you want and say what you feel because those who care don't matter and those who matter don't care.
Blake Foxx's Works:
Im not talented enough to actually finish my stories. Im really going to try and write one though.
Blake Foxx Poems
It always starts out simple, maybe something sweet. Just a little candy, no harm at all.
Her soft petals reaching forth, grasping my body and pulling me into her sweet embrace.
My shadow withers around, an eater of light. He is my plague and shadow, the stalker in plane site.
It is everywhere, always everywhere. I see it trotting, killing the earth beneath.
IT sits there, long limbs portuding over the arm of the chair.
Remembering Every Great Reminisence
When darkness falls, hell arise's. Shrouding the world with the peace of a silent beauty.
Quick, deadly, precise. The ultimate hunters. No meer being stands in comparison to the pack.
They call it happines... Others call it stupid... Maybe its not stupid but
There's this thing, a thing I dream of Most people call it nothing, but I, only me, see it as something great. I see it as my sacred white, my Sacre Blanc.
Waste Of Time
Critters crawl and babys sprawl. But i dont rhyme, so this is a waste of time
We are the still, the quiet moaners, the victims of a virus that we made.
Man did not create War... Man created peace...
Slowly, ever so gentle and peacful a horror glides down the sides of the room. At first it isnt noticable, only a sliver of red. It speaks out in soft whispers,
How I envy birds.
The way they arc through
the air and fall to the ground
in horror. Then simply lifting
their wings and glide up.
There was a day that man
tried to fly.