The Dark Thing's Valley
Death is inevitable, you cannot escape it. Death may be welcomed and you embrace it.
Death is inevitable, you cannot escape it. Death may be welcomed and you embrace it.
A short poem reflecting social standards, traditions and expectations in the world and how we change ourselves to fit the molds cast upon us, often throwing our own identity aside to serve the construct created by society.
A short poem about a bridge, reflecting on the simple things we may miss in our busy everyday lives.
This is a short poem I wrote in the 6th grade, as a tribute to the ANZAC heritage for the men and women who had served in the war.
This is a poetry anthology, a small collection of poems I wrote throughout the years. Most of which has been written throughout my primary school life... when I had way too much time.