Biography of Nick Korsantia
1992- moved to United stated, in a small city in Indiana (South Bend)
2001- moved to Vancouver, British Columbia in Canada
2003- moved yet again to Boston Massachusetts (Waban, Newton)
I didnt take poetry very seriously at all at first, it was something that just happened, and also something to do when I was bored in Math class. I realized that I had some kind of potential as a poet when i accidently entered a poetry contest on the web and won... yet I am appositive to my easy come easy go attitude, I only hope that my future will be so kind as to provide me with some initiative that I can take my abilities to another level.
Nick Korsantia Poems
Cold and emotionless feeling Your power gives nature meaning To feel your mysterious dealing The melancholy inevitability
Grace the skies and caress the clouds Soar so high, fly furhter above
Descedning in the lonely night Unkown to the dead and sleeping The ground is of its soothing white Slowly it comes a'seeping
Being a puppet of thoughts of others My weakness, fate, it does uncover; Make the truth to shine some light, The lies prefer, their addictive bright;
What shall one decide to do? Do the right or want of you Which card to play in a game unknown? The king the queen all seem dethroned
A Walk From School
As I trail back on the paved blackness Listening to songs that we have sealed united A dreamer on the verge of happiness And still cannot find peace within himself
Poems impact all They give me rise To move into fall Painful and slow-demise
People that flow through time and space Making it through the day alone Will it be mercy from his Grace To spare the lonely form their moans
Something Along The Lines Of Love2
As I sit writing, imagining too I am not here, but there with you My spirit soaring to your command Souls in anthem, even the damned
Something Along The Lines Of Love
Wild is wind without the moon Wild am I without you soon Sunsets rise when you desire Passion lights flames of searing fire
The ancient grandeur The timeless nobility The artistic richness The country of divine eternity
Just My Opinion
Waiting for the train to come, Im dying No regrets or even crying. Such wounds will never heal,
Winds and storms Destroy my garden Nature’s dance takes all forms Her might divinity has no pardon
The job of jobs the life of lives All the opposite the janitors strife Believe himself on fruitful hour Devour his kingdom, being sour
Just My Opinion
Waiting for the train to come,
No regrets or even crying.
Such wounds will never heal,
My purpose change, it is misleading.
From this unnatural heat,
Im satiated, my shadow still yearning.