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this is my journey of healing from sad dead soul towards a happy living person, Life showed me many shades and I described them with the help of Three majors!!!
Today we as mankind need hope, without any doubts. We need hope in something greater than that of our governments, teachers, doctors, and so on. Even though these are good for us, we still are sometimes without the understanding of true reality. Today, we can have a greater hope in something greater than you can imagine. Just look to the heavens my friend. Just think, everything that your eyes can see, your eyes can hear and your fingers can touch will be gone, like a vapor one day. It isn’t a matter of “IF” it is a matter of just “WHEN.” Then what?
The truth about the lies, cries and goodbyes that go on in your day to day lives without you even knowing it. Someone could be saying their goodbyes to you right now.
This is my second book. Sorry if its boring. I try. Its just my thoughts put into a book. Friend me and share this book. Please dont hate its not meant for sympothy its so i ca share my thoughts.
This is still a work in progress!!!! Please give me feedback on it so far so I can improve it.
This is my first ever poetry collection, inclusive of poems I haven’t yet released separately to Bookrix, so it probably won’t be as elaborate as some of my individual works, the little there is of those. It comprises six of my most strongly tied works. The first poem in this collection is “The Roaring Warden”, an early poem I wrote that revolves around a dysfunctional mother-daughter relationship. The second is “27th and Crimson Avenue”, a recent poem I wrote inspired by S.E. Hinton’s ‘The Outsiders’ which analyzes how similar a gang fight is to a war and further emphasizes some anti-war themes. The third is “Me and Paulie Dine”, another recent poem which briefly looks into the effect of childhood idols on the human identity. The fourth is “At the Arch of Perdition”, which sees a socialite marriage through the eyes of a servant, though with possibly exaggerated aspects. The fifth is “The Peal of Joy-Skinned Lullaby”, not my most recent work but undoubtedly the poem I’ve put a lot of effort into. It uses a lot of dark imagery which is only metaphorical on a few opening occasions and greatly highlights regret and reason. And last but not least, the sixth is “You Shall Be Attended to in an Eternity” which compares indirect laziness to waiting in an absent doctor’s clinic. I hope you fill me in on whatever you feel like saying in the comment section or if it’s more personal you can send me a private message. Please Favorite it if you really like any of my poems.
Okay this isnt meant for sympothy. Its so you know whats its like. That it isnt a joke. Read to the end. I wrote this 100% by myself. Its supposed to help you so i decided to give it a try. If you are someone that reads this and you live like this i hope it helps.
Just a collection of poems with four lines about common problems. I hope this is something some people an relate too. Just mesage me or comment if you want to talk about anything.
A Combat Veteran diagnosed with Posttraumatic stress disorder imagines that he has been captured and held prisoner behind enemy lines. Is he a dellusional patient or is he a soldier fighting to win freedom for himself and his men? Read on and decide for yourself...
this is my journey of healing from sad dead soul towards a happy living person, Life showed me many shades and I described them with the help of Three majors!!!
Today we as mankind need hope, without any doubts. We need hope in something greater than that of our governments, teachers, doctors, and so on. Even though these are good for us, we still are sometimes without the understanding of true reality. Today, we can have a greater hope in something greater than you can imagine. Just look to the heavens my friend. Just think, everything that your eyes can see, your eyes can hear and your fingers can touch will be gone, like a vapor one day. It isn’t a matter of “IF” it is a matter of just “WHEN.” Then what?
The truth about the lies, cries and goodbyes that go on in your day to day lives without you even knowing it. Someone could be saying their goodbyes to you right now.
This is my second book. Sorry if its boring. I try. Its just my thoughts put into a book. Friend me and share this book. Please dont hate its not meant for sympothy its so i ca share my thoughts.
This is still a work in progress!!!! Please give me feedback on it so far so I can improve it.
This is my first ever poetry collection, inclusive of poems I haven’t yet released separately to Bookrix, so it probably won’t be as elaborate as some of my individual works, the little there is of those. It comprises six of my most strongly tied works. The first poem in this collection is “The Roaring Warden”, an early poem I wrote that revolves around a dysfunctional mother-daughter relationship. The second is “27th and Crimson Avenue”, a recent poem I wrote inspired by S.E. Hinton’s ‘The Outsiders’ which analyzes how similar a gang fight is to a war and further emphasizes some anti-war themes. The third is “Me and Paulie Dine”, another recent poem which briefly looks into the effect of childhood idols on the human identity. The fourth is “At the Arch of Perdition”, which sees a socialite marriage through the eyes of a servant, though with possibly exaggerated aspects. The fifth is “The Peal of Joy-Skinned Lullaby”, not my most recent work but undoubtedly the poem I’ve put a lot of effort into. It uses a lot of dark imagery which is only metaphorical on a few opening occasions and greatly highlights regret and reason. And last but not least, the sixth is “You Shall Be Attended to in an Eternity” which compares indirect laziness to waiting in an absent doctor’s clinic. I hope you fill me in on whatever you feel like saying in the comment section or if it’s more personal you can send me a private message. Please Favorite it if you really like any of my poems.
Okay this isnt meant for sympothy. Its so you know whats its like. That it isnt a joke. Read to the end. I wrote this 100% by myself. Its supposed to help you so i decided to give it a try. If you are someone that reads this and you live like this i hope it helps.
Just a collection of poems with four lines about common problems. I hope this is something some people an relate too. Just mesage me or comment if you want to talk about anything.
A Combat Veteran diagnosed with Posttraumatic stress disorder imagines that he has been captured and held prisoner behind enemy lines. Is he a dellusional patient or is he a soldier fighting to win freedom for himself and his men? Read on and decide for yourself...