Biography of TravisNeal Williams
Like most of you i enjoy writing poetry. I found myself with the free time and decided to put some up. Let me know what you think. If you really hate something i write let me know. Any input is good input. Need a friend send me one www.myspace.com/tnw310
TravisNeal Williams Poems
Some were left pretending, Callously ascending Arising up the clouds. Chosen few were allowed.
I Dine Alone
I dine alone at a table meant for two. I stare at the patrons as they pass on through. I count the clock as it moves over midnight. I watch as the shadows consume the light.
Lifted under deep skies, a body begs to die. Taunting out many names. Laughing teeth making shames. Blood that at last dried.
Here Now Beats This Bitter Heart
Taken down the hardest row. Still beating when it hit the snow. Icy rain drops secure it fate. Left there lost with no escape.
This is a note of freedom. A choice taken by some. They call it simply suicide. But if it is that you will have to decide.
So I Thrust It Onto You
I am a being seething. With all the rage in me sieging. With all my reasons in retreating.
It was the first day of autumn when i found the book. Buried under a tree where it could be forgotten. Some deep concern fell over me as i gazed a look. What awful secrets are held here within.
My Reward 2
The Faithless few lie frozen in view. Facing the cracking icy hue. Reflections reveal whats really true. Revelations thats it's only you.
I followed no one into hell. For i was the first to tell. I passed over the lake of fires.
Waves Of Love
Walking in stride her piercing eyes cannot hide. A love for me that swells like the ocean in its tide. Villianous thing it was to have her swept away. Every remaining memory remembering her sway.
Renewing The Apocalypse
Darkened halls of hazes stir through eyes amazes. Gifted men of learning travel here unturning. Ready now preparing a plan of no comparing. Praying of the ending that they will soon be sending.
Should i be so wary of things to come? The futures not written so why should i run? A future's wind is to twist and bend? So should i take my turn and ride those winds?
I stand alone Where hope and hate are real. I watch alone. Where life and death stand still.
Yes, i have an imagination. And it is a vast over exaggeration of everything that i can dream. It's not meant to be kept away unseen,
I walk along the sea.
I let the warm breeze wash over me.
I watch the waves lap over the rocks.
Washing away the filth and rot.
A simple thing it appears to me.
To watch the waves crash from the sea.
Every tide it takes the filth and rot.
Returning it back away from the rocks.