Poems from A. M. Wied
Writer, artist, nerd. 2nd-year college student pursuing AA Liberal Arts. Please visit my blog, http://aianarie.blogspot.com/, for more of me. :-)
Fare thee well, my heart, which I have sundered
Ripped from my own chest, ne'er to pain again
Oh how it agonized and it thundered
When thou...
If I had taken the other path
Where would I be now?
Many times I have contemplated
The many-faceted image
Of myself,
In a far different...
My heart belongs to the boy in the sky
In his magical castle way up high
He took my arm one dreary day
And lead me to a world not so far...
I am the whisperer
You may never hear a single word from me
But rather, hints here and there—everywhere
A calming wind, a sparkle in the...
Summer’s curse has thus hardened my soul
To the conceptions lovely Spring had bestowed
I long for Autumn’s calm wind and idle thought...