Poems from Nineeyena
A writer dines not on food,
but on paper.
A writer drinks not wine,
but ink.
Everyone can become
a writer
should they have a taste.
Words...
The worst thing to know
is when the words won’t come.
What is poetry?
Once it was the music of your soul,
and now there is naught but...
I wish I lived alone
so no one would have
to hear the rain fall
and the rolling thunder
Instead I hide
and bury myself
in blankets and...
I woke up on the wrong side of heaven
where the ocean raged and roiled
a flaming sea a broil
and I wonder how I fell
into these deep fiery...
An instrument you may be
you hold souls of old
and play the merry spirits of past days.
You speak of sorrow,
and of joy,
and many emotions...