Biography of Alex Retzlaff
I love to write poetry about my love's and past relationships and also whenever i am feeling terrible i always write a poem about it and take out my frustration with pen and paper then later on i write my poems on here. I hope everyone enjoys them and can relate to some of them as well as see life through a different perspective as i do. I hope you all have a great day and thank you for taking the time to visit my profile!
Alex Retzlaff's Works:
I am currently writing a book named senial crimes should not be finished for another year or so but it is mainly about a company's greed and an employees greed and how greed gets you no where in life.
Alex Retzlaff Poems
I Guess It Is Love, I Assume
Love is in the air The whispering i can bear. The times and the fear. Nothing can go wrong as long as you are here.
There is no end and nothing to tend to. All the simplicities and all the complexities no one can compare to mine. Here i am thinking of the ending, thinking of the twisting and bending ahead. People always told me i would never become anything in life.
What Does Love Do To You I Ask?
I endure pain all day long. I grin at the sight of your face. I sing a sad song just to break away. The times i laughed.
The Run Around
You know life is wrong when you get kicked out 4 times Four times in my prime of 4 months. I commited no crime and did no wrong All i could do was sing one last song
Enticing and embracing. Here i am as the convincing will or the conceiving trace. There is no last remark and i could never embark on this journey again. Here i am as the maker and the trouble undertaker.
Of Love Clove
The way she used to look at me. The way she used to make me feel so free. The interior finally reveals from the exterior. Lies, Cries, Help's and pleas.
The nice night breeze. The feeling of ease. The laughs, the happiness, all in one place at one time. There was nothing at all wrong not even a crime.
No one knows about true love. Or the touch of a turtle dove. No one feels the same pain In the same domain.
Through The Looking Glass
Through the looking glass and through the entire mortal mass. I see the face, i see her last trace Her wings so delicate, and every move she makes is so intricate. With the highest hopes and the most care there she wanders to share.
You Have Been There
Even though we might not Be blood But me and you Still have love.
Thanksgiving, the time for giving, the time for remarkable measure. Eat as much as you can until you have no more leisure. Eat until you have a seizure. No time for panic, no time to become an insomniac.
Confusion Anxiety Anger and Pain
Mortal combat and mortal fighting. People knifing each other. Explosions everywhere, people hiding somewhere in the darkness. Lurking, searching, and creeping.
Isn't it all the same?
Pity and Revenge
When is it going to end?
Must i be disturbed?
Will i always be alone?