I wouldn't consider myself to be a poet, or for any of these creations I have made to necessarily be called 'poems'. Though you may call them what you wish, I consider them as miniature stories.
I've always been writing since I was rather little, maybe 6 years-of-age. My only teacher has told me that I should become a writer.
I enter a vast white room
All I hear are voices cluttering my head
'say my name…'
I hear over and over
...
All alone in the dark
"can you hear me? "
All I see is those who are damned
"you can see me? "
...
I walk
Blocking out the word with the sound of others screaming
I wish
Locking everything deep inside without a speck of light
...
A huge Victorian castle
Dancing, dancing, dancing…
Beautiful dresses sparking under the glissading chandeliers
...