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Crime and Punishment by Dostoyevsky
This book surprised me, I was expecting a very deep but nigh on unintelligible intellectual epic of a book. What i got was very deep and intellectual but a friendly ...
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The Outsider by Albert Camus
What can I say? Not a particularily easy book to read, not due to any real complexity of language but down to the nature of the main character. Meursault does ...
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Day (previously "untitled")
any kind of constructive criticism would really help, also anyone got any ideas for a title? Day's brightness has barely passed And the shadow already holds it's sway Within my ...
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Light
I'm really not sure about this one, so any constructive criticism would be more than welcome. Light This silhouette lies beside me Faint curves of silver amidst an eternity of ...
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Amidst the Dark, Among the Light
(This is something that i started and kinda felt had promise but, as is my way it lost momentum and currently fails to make any progress, i have quite a ...
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She
She She stands there still Her crow black hair a shadow vagrant to the world Her soul is chill And plain to see, heralded by dark flag unfurled Eyes colder ...
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A Familiar Path
[u]A Familiar Path[/u] I stroll through night’s streets, the cool air gently numbs my skin and I welcome it. Each breath seems to linger at the back of my throat ...
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In The Cold
In the cold, the world slows down Airs eerie movements become incarnate in mist Light seems almost to halt in solid strands Creating beautifully intricate sculptures of glow Elegant wisps ...
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Amidst the dark, amongst the light
(This is some kind of continuation of my earlier thing, the change in style is deliberate but I don’t have the time to explain the concept in depth, see this ...
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Black hole pupils
Today I met a lady with pupils that bled, Not blood, but space That immeasurable void. They bled out down her face (her pupils that is) Past the gash of ...
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White noise trilogy
These three are technically separate poems, but they have a single inspiration and were written within minutes of each other. Why separate triplets? Monotony, The metronomes rhythm continues, No cresc
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Fly Dance
The night swelters, Hot and loud, Alarms screech like electric cicadas And frantic dusty wings grope for light, A long day has passed ripe with beauty and ache I've walked ...
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Your father's son
We gorge ourselves thus we grow fat and drink therefore our livers rot, unconsoled we hurtle on towards the fate our fathers knew slow suicides to save their sons