Poems from It's ye boy
The man was young, his mind was sharp as could be expected of such a man at such a time, and his body had endured at least enough hardships...
For me to sit here in the jaded void that has become my soul I find it difficult to imagine putting the words together to express the pure...
A mist of sawdust moved by the exhalation of a sleeping craftsman
With a start he wakes blinking in the late afternoon sun that slinks its...
The clash of two night blades sounds over the echoes of the abyss that surrounds them, through the cornea and to the stem, off of the lobes...
I have yet to feel his presence on my life since I was a child, I have yet to see the power that he held over me in my times of need and...