My poems have evolved along with me and I honor my past self by keeping my old poetry available, even as it no longer reflects my voice. Bad things happened and I forgot to learn from them for awhile. I hope that my voice can be a call into the void that brings you some peace.
There are many monsters in the world,
Some that grasp,
Some that bite,
But worst of all,
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These halls hold sorrow and pain.
They are far from empty.
Just two walls running parallel,
Full of me.
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People tend to think that I am as strong as stone, but even the toughest diamond has its flaws.
People tend to think that my knowledge is as vast as the universe, but even the universe has empty parts.
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The sun rises,
As always.
It does not care if no human is there to see its glory,
As it chases away the fears of the night.
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Pine trees dance through the night
lit only by snow.
Their lower branches brushing the ground
Like a noble lady's skirts as she dances a broad and sweeping waltz.
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