Biography of Robert Eclipse
i am a young secretive writer currently working to get my works published.
i am just another loner who writes his poetry the pen is my weapon the paper the battlefield here to prove not all guys are emotionless and can be just as emotive as anyone else.
'an author can survive anything but a mis-print.'
poetry should not be judged by the masses but by the individual people themselves.
feel free to rate and comment on my works as i will apreciate the feedback
Robert Eclipse's Works:
none so far
Robert Eclipse Poems
A Boy's Love
Why does she make me feel like this, Is it how she flicks her hair, Or how her eyes are oceans of bliss, I can't help but feel its unfair,
Invisible On The Concrete
Sat in the shadow is my place of dwelling As the spring time sun seems less compelling. Laid there lonesome and quiet With the occasional disruption of the silent
I walk this long Twisted road Alone.
We are just freinds now And nothing more I remember still how We never used to bore
Back Of The Car
Sat in the back of the car By night, glancing out At every passing star By day the trees as they
Everywhere do the Cuts run deep, deep Like the ocean of tears I'm drowning in, the moon
Spreads through the body Like blood in water And a chill goes through your Spine
A beauty That Captures The heart of
You only live once So don't wither away Till old and grey As I did, I dismay
A Freind In Drink
Oh whiskey my dear freind I could drink to no end, There through my sadness and
I like my women How i like my drink, Sometimes smooth, Sometimes strong,
Haiku Hitman Ii
Life is not happy- Happiness is found in death, You shall be happy.
Lonely In The Shadow
Laid in the shadow on a sunny day Letting the time waste away Content and cheerful to the eye But on the inside not quite so fine
Love Of Shadows (Version 2)
Love of my life The shadow that hides me She helps to leave my Past behind me,
Questions without answers
We know there are none
Yet still try to find them
Though we know it is like
Capturing the wind with bare hands.
We spend our lives devoted
To finding them but only
Finding more and more
Questions in which
We cannot answer.