A bright glimpse of one’s previous self,
Lukewarm air escapes a hollow chest,
Misty eyes wander the expansive void,
Immaculate form of what lies beneath,
Truly humbling and persuasive of the mind.
A doll painted face I once knew,
Glimpses of a time in yesterdays,
Candle lit spectacle of morbidity,
Summers day that smells of life,
Deep rich earthiness, swallows an old soul.
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My name is Phil, I always loved writing as a hobby and when I was 16 I wrote my first ever manuscript for a book and it was terrible. Never before have I ever made a solid piece of work I was proud of. Searching through my roots I remembered my deep love and passion for poetry. It was my secondary school English teacher who told me I have the talent to take it further if I wished. Here I am, I'm currently writing a book of poems where I pour my very soul in to it. Here I will share some of those poems and others that I will share, I hope you will enjoy and can join me on my journey.
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