the following are snippets of some of my writing over the past decade, my teen years into my twenties, I have been reading them past two days as they have been kept dormant since.
' there are some who speak of the moment as it fades
poetic pioneers no longer submissive to evident human demise
they intracately maginify the issues society refuses to perpetuate
and many remain, as blind as bats; as sunshine is light
at loss for words at a need for a clarity
a yawn perpetuates these experiences with reality
optimistim remains, and without valuable cause
the preceding prose is valid
clarity is a blank page
a host of confusion
pleasant nights are of these
troubled minds with paper and ink
there is no pain greater to my being than the drought of words
I have not written passionately in years '