Aglia Nost Poems
|1.||My Best Friend||1/20/2013|
|2.||The Thought Of Your Loss Is Too Heavy A Grief||1/28/2013|
|4.||Why I Love You||2/25/2013|
|5.||To The Most Delightful Mystery||2/27/2013|
|8.||Ode To Silence||6/24/2013|
|11.||To The Heartbraker, Whom I'D Give My Heart To Again And Again||4/30/2013|
Comments about Aglia Nost
Kicks may hurt, words may pain, there is nonetheless no agony as deep, as endless, as restless as that of thoughts, thoughts of a love alive, a love vibrant; which has from my sole willingly resigned.
A love not dead, no. For life is not as stunning as poets wish and sadness is beyond the cures that exist, and love, true love makes a lover die more than he lives
Nights after nights, starlights after days of incredible darkness, unbearable silence, sheer notingness and deep, deep, hard, violent emptiness; which I can no longer lift without the total power of your love that now, ...