The Poems Collection

Through Thick and Thin, Bitter and Sweet, Sun and Rain, Wind and Sleet

The sky is a rose that unfolds at dawn;
At dawn the flowers turn to the sun;
The sun shines down its rays like a father to a son,
But in response, the world does shun.

The morning dew drops quiver as the breeze weaves through;
The wind winds to reach the empty lands it yearns,
Yet instead reveals the sprawling lands and skyscrapers that feed
Upon the land like parasites, and pay no heed.

It stumbles through bracing bushes and fords the raging rapids,
Braves the treach'rous marshes and at last the wand'ring is over;
Yet the struggle continues when it looks upon the land that burns.
I reach out to the world and it spurns.

  

-----

A/N: First instalment of my collections! Hope you enjoyed! Long time no see, everyone!

So, what will happen is that I will update each collection whenever I can, or whenever I write a new one. Poems and shorties (too lazy to write short stories) are being posted separately, and one collection may be larger than the other depending on my writing swings.

I'm now in year 12, so this time I actually have an excuse for being busy (hehe...) Luckily for you all, I  have eight pieces besides this one which have already been written and are awaiting postage.

For a while now, I've debated whether to post these little children of mine online because of my concern that it would be stolen. I know those I personally know would never do that to me (I trust my friendlies!), but strangers are a different matter altogether. I only do this for your enjoyment and my betterment as a writer, so please be kind!

A few of these pieces (especially the poems) have pretty much been written in the heat of the moment, so they haven't been tampered from the original text much. By the way, if you notice that one poem or one shorty is much more well-written than another, it's probably because of the time discrepancy and my ability as a writer maturing. As I've said in my post, some of these have been written as long as three years ago (anything I wrote beyond that limit is terrible), and one poem (as I've said) was written last Friday evening.

As the first instalment, this A/N was pretty long, so I shall attempt to avoid running away on tangents in future. No promises, though.

Signing off,

Starry Roses