The Poet of Black Wings : Writing

The Cards

The Cards

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings


Play the cards. Pick each one wisely. Use your intellect, Your cunning, And most importantly, Your luck, To choose. When the cards Are..
Space Is Cool

Space Is Cool

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings


Space. Space is so cool. Stars and planets out there. I can't wait to see.
Cursed, Are The Youth.

Cursed, Are The Youth.

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings


Cursed, Are the youth. Born into an Undeserving, cruel world. Having life and thought Thrust upon them. Never asking for it. Pressured by ..
Home

Home

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings


Home. Somewhere you love. Somewhere you feel welcome. Somewhere you belong. It's something, I've never known. Many times, Close, So despera..
Torpor

Torpor

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings


Slow, Jerky movements. Rather like the Dead. A state of Fugue. Not entirely aware, Not entirely myself, Not entirely connected to Here and ..
Paint The Streets

Paint The Streets

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings


Paint the streets. Our cities are colorless, Grey. They lack a Beauty and soul I know they're Capable of. We built them to Be organized...
The Tree

The Tree

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings


p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }a:link { } Yggdrasil. Holy, world tree. Home to the nine worlds and Symbol of ..
Hangover

Hangover

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings


Foggy, Muddled, Painful. Each movement, Taxing. Every thought, About pain. Taxing on the body, Distraction to the mind. The form recoils ..
Will

Will

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings


Lacking inspiration. Hardly an excuse. Loss of motivation. A poor disguise. The art, She is difficult. Impossible At times. More so W..
Everything Was Fine

Everything Was Fine

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings


Everything was fine. Simple, Clean, And dandy. All was in order. Nothing Out of place. The list, Complete. So, they set it down. The day..