Poems from eLITer8
Their true youth, has yet to arrive.
We all are pure, once derived.
And, with his power, this pureness shall not subside,
Or minimize.
I...
Perhaps, the spirt himself, keeps me up at night.
For I contain no urge to shut my soul windows.
And yet, it is essential? Well, isn’t it?...
My friend, foreshadowing, was telling my future.
Picture a fortune teller. Speaking with her mind, hands and such amazing creation of...
I use to be a, lesser version of myself.
And in this, no longer existing, version,
the person I have become was always relevant, just not...
Well, let us start off with an essential cliché.
They are, indeed, essential, you know?
Anyhow, once upon a time…
And I cannot truthfully...