TheShauzer

A piece on Humanity's abuse of planet earth, the man is humanity and the garden is earth :D I hardly ever do poetry so take it easy critics :)

Just something I wrote out of boredom :)

My latest, enjoy :)

Just a little something :)

Holiday love - inevitable, beautiful and oh so painful.

Started a haiku in boredom, and it evolved into a triple haiku poem!

The beauty of Nature.

Knocked this baby out when I was tired, but it's one of my favourites. It is worth the review!

My newest piece.. I guess you could say its a new take on humanity in general, or my best way of describing us. Really like this one.

Simply, fighting for leaves. Nature's fury, displayed in a simple ABCB rhyming scheme.

Piece on a desperate man and how a woman's love proves to be his life-line. Paragraphs numbered due to my inability to understand YWS's formatting :')

You know how nobody's perfect? That is the saying, well I think there's a reason. Enjoy 'Over-Perfection'.

Simple ABAB rhyming scheme, well-flowing poem about loneliness. I really like it, would appreciate some reviews ;)

Meat is just meat, right? Take a longer look.

Short enough piece on the effort of love. Love some reviews ;)

Not every broken soul can be mended, not every victim saved.

Humans have the capacity for a power greater than any other: love.

There are some things that poetry just isn't capable of expressing.

Humanity is slowly setting fire to the heavens, first with requests and then with blame. We're bleeding the angels dry.

And if I fail to succeed in failing, and somehow succeed, after all that failing, how would the critique go?

Me! Me! *frantically calls to readers* The little guy, review me! *makes puppy dog face*

For somebody who stole my heart - keep it honey, I beg you.

For my girl and the stars, thanks for listening guys. --Short and sweet! :)

To the girl I love - my soul is yours.

I just can't stand how us humans function. (Born. School. College. Work. Retire.) = BS. Too many people are content with this.

It's my 18th birthday. Just thinking that maybe it's realisations that help us take advantage of moments like this.

Of an ancient oak and aching bellows.

Of all the stars I'll never see.

If this were a dream.

Something small and sweet.

On growing up and down, and being scared.

Just a little 4-in-the-morning something. I hope you like it.