This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is by Michael
this world is what.
just a figment of our imagination.
a place where people roam without a clue.
but i know what this world is.
it is a tangle of hate and love, and of life and death.
this little world of ours consist of everything and nothing at the same time.
this is just a place to rest.
and im just here for the ride.