Melodies and War

"No wounds mattered
at the end of the ends
for she grieved a love she'd never known."

A collection of poems by me, which are either sad or too sad. Just sad. And a few hopeful ones here and there.

"Painted like every other product-
reapers of withering harvest
gather at the temple of competition
and watch their buds become conquests."

I write about love, war, hunger and pain and everything I can find. This stuff is hard, for these are pieces of me.

"And if they spoke his love
the rage would have bore no place."