No name in a world full of labels.
For what is a name but another hard chain,
That now holds us back from becoming?
My name says everything and nothing at all.
Melancholy man on the hill.
With hourglass eyes, I see life as it dies,
The Beauty of Suffering within.
Weep not for my sorrow, for within it lies strength,
The power of pen and of paper.
These works seek to challenge expected molds, breaking forth worlds unto themselves.
|Poetry||2014-02-21||The Sun-Dappled Path|
|Poetry||2014-02-21||Nothing As It Seems|
|Poetry||2014-02-21||For You, Wherever You May Be...|
|Poetry||2014-02-21||Stand Still Inside|
|Poetry||2014-02-22||Walk of Mind (or, the Lyrics That Never Were)|
|Poetry (Personal)||2014-02-22||Hello (An Introduction)|
|Poetry (Depressed)||2014-02-22||Dying In My Dreams|
|Poetry (Personal)||2014-02-22||The Burning Citadel on the Shores of Insanity|
|Poetry (Philosophical)||2014-02-22||In Dark Kingdoms|
|Poetry (Tribute)||2014-02-22||Tearing the Veil from Grace|
|Poetry (Depressed)||2014-02-23||No More Pain|
|Poetry (Reflective)||2014-02-24||The Murmur|
|Poetry (Reflective)||2014-02-25||The Door of Hours|
|Poetry (Satire)||2014-02-26||Lazy Eye Susan|