I wrote this when I was in Toronto, looking at the paved landscape. As you can tell I found it rather disturbing. Man’s Own Hand The eyes that glance upon the ground, do sense each little pebble. The mind reaches out gently, and feels the patiened earth.
Author: the_lady_dawnfire
Grr, I'm a wiccan student who enjoys writing, dnd, rping (especailly on yahoo) and anything fantasy/horror/mystery. I'm into a lot of things and can, I do stress can, be a good friend.
What have humans done wrong?
What have humans done wrong? Every angle was seen, every curve revealed. All doubts fogotten, all joys long buried.
The Loch of Edinburgh
Um, this is my first submission, and one of the first poems I’ve written, please tell me what you think. The Loch of Edinburgh My feet and skirs do caress the shore, of which my death does come to me. The once silken water, now thick with filth, wrethces to pull me in.