Hell's Release
Poems on getting here.
parallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an apparent shift in the position of an object, such as a star, caused by a ch...
A pathway of light, illuminates, allowing the boundaries of darkness to be lifted, the cynosure has made itself known to me, I gaze, wonder struck, in all it's beauty.
This is just a collection of things I jot down while I'm in a dark place. Not all of them will be dark, but most will be. That's generally when I'm creating at my best. A lot of them won't be very long either, I tend to get stuff out in just a few words. Anyway, no A+ poem writing here, just what I feel in the moment...
It's yet another MajorSeventh. Hop on the big shoulders and look ... Lastest poems are always posted last in my collections. Winter. So, expect sparse gardens, late autumn and wintry countryside, wry philosophy and humour, tenderness towards little beasties, meanness towards a particular ex, and whatever sunlight f...
"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]
A collection of short poems based on an undefined subject, object or scenario.
Dear whoever you might be, I hope someday you'll find this and know that this is everything I didn't say. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #11 in Poetry #7 in poetry - 10/9/16 #5 in poetry - 10/11/16 #4 in poetry - 10/29/16 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the photos I use for the covers of my books. All cre...
Hey, I can't write poetry. Does rhyming words count? Cause I can't rhyme either.
Bits and bobs I may experiment with and post. I've been told they can be called oddities too! I think. I'll double check that one...
"I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken." -- Lana Del Rey, Ride (2015)
my house had all sorts of problems with it, and since i lived out in the country i had to fix them. of course. these poems were inspired by my adventures outside
Caution: These poems may be very rough and aggressive and may bite. Do not feed the verses. If a stray couplet comes near you, do not make any sudden moves while slowly backing away.
Over poetic and cliché poetry that can only make sense to people that don't make sense to people. enjoy or not. poems by Victor Forna _VF