Preston Simmons Poems
|1.||Entangled In Mystery||10/29/2011|
|2.||A Society Among The Trees||12/15/2011|
|3.||The Whisperings Of Winter||12/17/2012|
|5.||A Soldier Marching Home||1/12/2013|
|7.||Waking: Part One||2/17/2013|
|10.||The Shadowed Vase||6/25/2013|
|11.||Woken Once More||6/25/2013|
|21.||The Montreal Tunnel||2/1/2014|
|22.||Not Quite There||10/29/2013|
Comments about Preston Simmons
Not Quite There
I look forward into the future,
Of what I will be like in seventy years.
I won't speak about what society will be like,
That's for you to discover.
It is an odd thought to have at seventeen
That I will die someday.
It will come,
I know it's true,
Because its fallen on those
Who were seventeen before.
I will remember how I used to walk,
With vigor and vitality.
In the future age, my frame will make me late.
I will walk slowly and with care,
But with the strength and wisdom of how to walk.
sink it's teeth
Entangled In Mystery
Washed away in the midnight wind.
Safely wrapped in darkness,
Entangled in mystery.
There is no one watching out for us,
So we are all alone.
Do not let fear overtake you
Believe it is going to pass.
Do you believe in signs and miracles?