Soren Valentine


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  • Aria Siren Aria Siren (2/12/2013 9:24:00 AM)

    Soren is one of my favourite poets and is absoultely one to follow. His style is very unique to him as a writer-his descriptions and metaphors are the most carefully painted works of art. His pieces are very capable of evoking deep emotions from any reader. His work can also be very unexpected, starting off one way and twisting and turning as they lead you somewhere completely different. That's one of my favourite things about his work, it never fails to surprise you. Always impressive. I believe he has unlimited potential as a writer and as an artist.
    As a friend, he is very supportive and gives excellent feedback and suggestions.

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  • Alla Simone (11/5/2012 12:16:00 AM)

    Jacobs writing simply takes your breath away. It is truly stunning. Deserving of a moment of silence are the images he captures and the emotions he evokes. If you have not yet experienced his writing, you are not yet fully alive. In one word: electrifying. His poems seem to have a splendid purpose. You will soar to the heights of his expertly expressed feelings and plunge to the depths. He produces thrilling work that is always an exciting ride. Rarely gentle though, because that tends to read as boring. Happy reading!

  • Alla Simone (11/5/2012 12:15:00 AM)

    Jacobs writing simply takes your breath away. It is truly stunning. Deserving of a moment of silence are the images he captures and the emotions he evokes. If you have not yet experienced his writing, you are not yet fully alive. In one word: electrifying. His poems seem to have a splendid purpose. You will soar to the heights of his expertly expressed feelings and plunge to the depths. He produces thrilling work that is always an exciting ride. Rarely gentle though, because that tends to read as boring. Happy reading!

Deceitful Dreams

By sorrowful waters I have long dwelt.
By the rushing of winds is where I have made my abiding place.
Turbulent ground, where ones bones turn to dust, is where I walk.
I know naught of the path I am taking, and ere I reach the end, I feel my doom is nigh.
The Ocean of Storms has caught up.
I thought I could put it off, yet it is fast approaching.
Oft have I wandered, in days long sped, the paths of darkness.
Why do I choose to walk with the Blind Ones? Did I not hearken to the wailing of

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