Fitz : Writing

Winter Spring.

Winter Spring.

A Poem by Fitz


i look outside my window,i see the flowers blooming,i hear the birds chirping,i taste the fresh air of spring.i look inside my heart,i see the icesicl..
My Path.

My Path.

A Poem by Fitz


I walk the sunbathed path, recovering from the storm. The sun is shining weakly through the stubborn line of clouds. I follow this path, the scenery..
Suburban War Hero.

Suburban War Hero.

A Poem by Fitz


Everything is gonna be okay, Everything will be set right, Everything will be okay, Because of you. We walkdown the street of war, the bulle..
Darkness.

Darkness.

A Poem by Fitz


You lay face down, the feather-filled pillow your dearest friend, catching all your tears, all your fears. The river seems endless, is there a ..
The Monsters.

The Monsters.

A Poem by Fitz


Can we hide the monster? The creature whose ugly head we cannot Let be seen. We know the consequences, We know the hurt it will cause, Not on..