Poetry

I used to write a lot of awful and cringy poetry when I was in middle and high school to help me deal with shit. I'll leave the link. I wasn't very good both gramatically or in word choice, let alone the structure. But maybe it might be to someone elses taste.

http://xxsilentsyrenxx.deviantart.com/gallery/

It's been some time since my last words hit the paper, but here's an older one:

The Hills of my Home

Returning Home,
where the forests grow,
and the Hills watch silently.
Home, where people faded away,
and lives changed.
Home, where memories lived,
and preserved, what I had missed,
what I cryed for...
Now it's just a shell, an empty hole...
Yet the Hills of my Home,
make me remember the Times, from which I came from,
to carry on,
to outgrow the previous given form...


P.S.:Since September was supposed to be the TotM about Love. I would like to ask you if you wouldn't mind if I posted a series of poems, that I once wrote concerning that topic. It's called "Dreams for Love".

" And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves;
It does not steal the night -
It only unveils
The beauty of the dark. " - Isra al-thibeh.