Biography of Vi Lanflagle
Pen name: Vi Lanflagle
recently i have had a slight writers block. i've written very little to nothing in the past almost 6 months. this is due to a very sudden move and a lack of inspiration. i'm hoping that its slowly unblocking, but i can't say for sure. i appreciate any constructive criticism and feedback you can give.
thank you for your time: D
one more thing...i have seen my poetry used and i must say that i don't mind at all. i only ask two things...first that i am notified of its use and second that i am given credit for writing it. these are my words...please don't abuse them.
Vi Lanflagle's Works:
none but i'm still hoping....
Vi Lanflagle Poems
Sonnet #1 I’m not quite sure how to write a sonnet So I’ll start with just a few simple lines. If I correctly write this sonnet
Our country has once again, changed hands to the 44th president.
World Of Masks
Why do people lie And say they’re happy When really inside They’re collapsing.
Lost, gone again Don't want to be here Regaining my fear.
Whole life's a lie Don't know what's real anymore. Can't trust anyone I don't know anybody or anything.
Broken wings ashamed to show face hidden in shadow. feathers fall,
Did you really mean everything you said? Was it all a lie? Or was it just pretend?
I seem to live Through my dreams. My hopes and thoughts Torn and ripped at the seams
Flight to the moon; Stars close enough just reach out and touch. I'll catch one And bring it back just for you.
I'm looking for... Adventure! I need inspiration. I need images
Make a wish upon a Wishing Star, Shield your eyes from the blazing Sun, Wait for the darkness, wait for the Moon, Lock away your heart - wait for the only one.
spurred by longing pushed by delusions head is in a spin- whirlwind-
When i look at you, You look away. When i sit close to you,
I want to be there In her shoes I feel the music And the words bubble up.
Dazzled and confused
Suppose it's real
Maybe - probably not
Maybe a pretender,
Someone meant to hurt
So strange it is,
Yet so compelling
Draws me in
Moth to flame
How seducting is safeness,
How tempting is he.