A short story about death.

❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in whatever order you like. Sept. 2013-June 2014 "eye of twilight" from Jan. 2016

Winter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it still is though.

My First Poem I believe on this account. If you don't quite understand this poem; let me just sum it up. The Jewish people are the chosen ones of God. (The Bible has proof) Who which have been through so much: Holocaust(WWII) Slavery(Egypt in the Bible.) Burning and Banishing (Medival times.) It also says in the book of God (The Torah or Bible whichever. They both say the same.) That Israel in the end of time will be the only country standing. The others will have gone into either anarchy or population died, ETC. Once again- I hope you liked this poem, also if you do not have the same religion or anything and hate this. Don't even read it. So please don't comment hate below. Thanks!