Poems in December

I've been writing a lot of poetry lately. I guess I find December to be a poetic month. Not in the way that you would think of spring or fall being poetic - more in it's own, unique sort of anticipation.

Here's one poem, which I'm sure many authors could identify with. I will be back with more shortly.

This Paper

New journeys, new ventures, new things to behold:
Stories upon stories that nobody’s told,
Hearts are laid barren upon wasted slate.
Words, they pour forth, but they all come too late.
Too many times, as I wander here
I have felt the cursed claws of fate.

They dig and scratch and hold me back,
The passions of ambition crack.
Yearning to live, to help create -
I am the one who I berate.
Life’s far away, once felt so near -
Myself that I’ve begun to hate.

What happened, when I used to write?
The words that fall like stars tonight
And burn until I separate
From the world I infuriate.
My breath too shallow now to hear -
My paper I incinerate.

This paper I incinerate.


  1. Thanks! It was a lot of fun to write. I'm planning on releasing more poetry over the next month or so . . . and there will be contests coming up in the near future!

  2. I can do little more than echo Haniya :P