I found another sonnet - it's REALLY good! i thought it was by an actual poet but i guess its mine!
Words are written in the sky to call
Upon the one who etches them in sand,
Knowing they shall be upon nightfall
Like petals falling softly on his hand;
Life is but a victory in guise
To mortal men whose lives lay in the scale
The whispers of eternity are lies
For those who strive and push to no avail
The words of knowledge beg for ears of men
Unknowing they tell secrets of life past
As death comes like a dawn to waken them
From endless sleep of ignorance at last
Oh, mortals know your life is but a spark
But words immortalize that which death marks
About Me
- aNUSHa
- I love music like a fat kid loves cake. It's the only true way of expressing the muddled up crap we call feelings. Idealistically, I'm a realist. Realistically, I'm an idealist. Overall, I think too much and too philosophically. Venture into the stream of insanity I call my consciousness and take it, as everything, with a grain of salt. The size (and type) of that grain is yours to decide.
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