Category: Poetry

A Poem of Discontent

Disillusioned is the title we take my generation fighting back against the call and allure of profits at...

And the snow keeps falling and the wind reminds us who owns this land.

The rain falls into ice into snow and upon the ground the earth dissappears into an endless horizon...

How much time passes, how many miles of field do we cross, before noticing the footsteps leave no...

Music touches a nerve that I cannot name, that I fail to understand. So, I give in to...

the stars are beautiful this morning cold white points are you up there? I feel your presence I...