Writings about whatever

Submitted for Button Poetry spoken word video contest! Wish me luck. I literally submitted within the last minute.

Here comes fall , broken, turning leaves, At the edges burnt like fire, With it's cold brings, An ease, Of warmth and comfort , By the fires eye, A mans desire, A woman to inspire, To go forth like leaves in the wind, Once knowing but soon going.

Sometimes the greatest works of art are those who don't get any praise.

If there's a book in everyone, mine must be full of missing chapters, characters who once important, left the book entirely only to come in when it's convenient and run on and run away sentences.

If I'd be a soldier, I'd fight for what's right, not with a gun nor a blade but with my voice that would pervade. Past those faces whose mouths move too fast, Those who had doubt in their hearts would understand at last. If you fight a war that's man made you're only contributing to the cause of sadness that's replayed, For each generation coming a war is over but inside a war is stirring A tragedy in of itself