Poems from SChevalier
I can't stay away.
I can't hold my tongue.
I have a voice,
though I am young.
My voice is my own;
Not quite an adult,
nor am I a child.
My...
The aesthetic beauty of the mind to behold.
Not one can abate my hunger, my disease,
I've come upon these thoughts to ponder,
The...
Miles to, hundreds from
Where my hearts pulled
Where the sun drowns
Where the wind doesn't blow,
We sit in silent war.
The cry's cold cut...
Whispers in my head
The stranger voice that pulled my ebb, my flow
I look around me
These whispers became visible, ribbons of mist
...