When life and death take on form, at last they meet. These are the woven banters of life and death. Come, take a seat, and gaze into The Eternal Dispute...

his hands were blue his eyes black his lips were white and his cheeks red but all people saw was a rainbow s h o r t p o e m s - a k a :: results of too often exaggerated yet too real emotions number twenty-eight in poetry on april seventeenth (just how??) [lowercase intended] w a r n i n g : some poems deal with sensitive topics i take no credit for the picture

A collection of poems written by my shitty self. used to be reborn Poems are arranged from old to new. Thank you for the reads and votes! 28/9/15

[completed] poetry from the mind and heart of mine -all rights reserved-

things ive been wanting to say.