Biography of A.E.K.G Navrilith
Thankyou to everyone who has voted and for all your heartwarming comments- they mean so much to me.
Hello.I'm currently working on a series of short stories and poems. - trying my hand at song writing, composing for various instruments and numbers etc... and script writting may begin soon. Anything I put on here is written by me (unless stated otherwise) Please don't copy my work. I do get rather annoyed at times because i come up with something that sounds fantastic and then, when i find something to write on i've forgoten it, so yeah. Apparently i've chosen the two hardest things to get published, but im not really looking that way yet. erm... enjoy? oh and p.s. I can't spell for toffie. p.p.s. I mean no offence to anyone, the content of my poems does not necessarily reflect my veiws.
A.E.K.G Navrilith Poems
Each One Her Own… And Hers To Keep
I looked out of my window for the source of the noise. The sky was crying. Not in anger or delight, But in a faded hope,
Largest of her sisters but smaller than her brother, Who’s deep, booming voice echoes around. (She however has perfect pitch; a lot like her brother in volume and sound) .
Another Work In Progress
Toothpaste and brandy, half nine in the morning, just another one of those nights, where nothing goes right.
A Strike In The Light Is Healed By The N...
Arrr! The Light, It burns so bright, I’m blinded by the Sun.
Guilt hangs her head in shame, Where is pride now? When the glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel, Engulfed by destinies fiery, wet messenger has taken.
Memories And Tense
Remember the good times, learn from the bad, dwell not in the past, hope for the future,
If we had all the time in the world, Your hair could be all purmed and curled, And still i'd spend each day; Each hour, In your presence to devour,
Observations And Fickle Ideas
Skin as soft as silk, off hazelnut and cream; a radiating heat to challenge the sun. (Rarely was this heat evident in expression) . In the depth of the enigmatic emeralds, set like cold hard stone, below perfectly shaped mahogany arches.
Because Of You!
* T.R I loved to sing, and how you new it. (I never pretend that I’m the best)
A Work In Progress...
L ove is a gift and a curse, O ften it gives us great pleasure but can also cause us great pain, V ery difficult it is to measure how much you love someone or thing, E ven though it is almost always eternal – no matter how small.
Dear Father Christmas
Dear Father Christmas, This year I would like:
A pie or two, A pot of tea, A slice of cake, And chocolates three.
There Is Always Tomorrow
I met this man today, And he had some Novel Ideas! But I bit my tongue while his was undone, Oh how the day flew by,
Dear Father Christmas
Dear Father Christmas,
This year I would like:
A water pistol to shoot my baby brother,
Some toffee to cease his cry,
Fake money so I can trick my sister,
With heads on either side,