Writing a short poem that’s not a Haiku isVery easy.Just with the number of syllables alongEach line and now you have a poem that’s notA Haiku. See? Simple.
A poem as divine as time can be rewound.A poem as sublime as wine can be tasted.A poem as confined as lethal prisoners can be freed.A poem as godly as Zeus can remain unseen.A poem with a heart will always beat.A poem with a soul will always radiate heat.A poem with a conscience will always... Continue Reading →
A dangerous game with a seductive allure,The prospect of entertainment and thrill, theDenizens of the deep and conquerors of theNight let their hair down and socialize aboutTheir latest conquests and kills, the talk of deathPermeates throughout the building, grim reapersLurk in every corner, waiting for the poor bastardThat makes a wrong move, says the wrong... Continue Reading →