My life is like a tree standing on an eroding hill.
My life is like the dirt being displaced from a landfill.
My life is like time without a foreseeable ending.
My life is timeless and yet continuing.
The Art of Poetry.
Books
- Chronological Disorder (41)
- July (9)
- Nineteen (2)
- TBD (3)
Poems by Title
- Behind the story of a girl and a boy
- The story of a girl and a boy
- With Good Intentions
- The Highway of Love
- The Presence of Love (Version 1)
- Woman is the Devil
- Vanity
- Measurement
- Second Place
- The Winning Poem
- Who Am I?
- Friendship and Post Mortem Depression (Part II)
- Friendship and Post Mortem Depression (Part I)
- Another memory
- Submission
- Episode
- Lightning Strikes Twice
- As Real As Real Is
- Sea Breeze
- My Flower
- A Dose of Time Pieces
- Growth
- Eye to Eye with Fate
- Headache Depression
- I Am Happy, Now
- The Dark of My Love
- Fat
- Losing Weight
- The Tale of the Jester
- Boredom
- The other Side
- My Life
- Or Forever We Shall Stand Alone
- A Plea
- The Initial Shock
- All without a Reason
- Shock Wave
- The Golden Parachute
- Misery
- Revelations
- My Time
- Russian roulette
- My Plea to the Lord
- Pirouette (Whirling on the toes)
- Living Free
- The Urn
- A Simple Concept of War
- The Beast
- To My Beloved …
- The Troops of Tomorrow
- Mad House, USA
- Evil Child
- False Dreams
- Time
- Death to a Mad Man
- Behind the story of a girl and a boy
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