Poems from Aegis
Starlight does not waver
Though it twinkles in our view,
It quietly but boldly floats
In the midnight blue.
Starlight does not bicker
It...
“The world is a canvas and
The paintbrush your hand,
You can paint it as you’d like it
Just don’t make it bland!”
The prompt was clear...
Let it be known
I sit in the crypt of mortality
I exist in the cyst of time
I drink from the sink of uncertainty
And bend down at the end...
Have you ever worn glasses?
I have. And I still do.
The first day I put them on was exhilarating-
Liberating-
The mountains were more than...
A Professor once asked me what made me myself-
and how much must I change to lose who I am.
When does my identity become something I never...