I was born in Portland, OR.I grew up at foot of the Rockie Mountains in Utah. I currently live in California. I am 27 and I love literature it is my drug.I was inspired to start writing because I had one of the nine muse's appear in my life to reminded me what i was capable of.she awakened me to the the unspoken language of the soul the silent poetry of the universe.Its amazing how we meet people along this journey called life, that change the game and the way we view the world through their kindness, encouraging words and friendship more »
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Alen wheeler Poems
The Dreamer's Soul
Dreams they are the powers that drive the soul, they are that which creates joy yet allows pain, like forest after a fire, the heart might yet again bloom stronger more vibrant, to strengthen the soul of which it came.
The Linguistics Of The Heart
it is the thing which makes men mad, it sets the heart flame to free the mind, to an ancient language so sublime, spoken through out all time.
A Fool's Romance
your eyes are like a sea of stars like the ships of old they guide my soul to safe harbor like a balm they heal my wounded soul like pure flame they reforge my broken heart a new
A Eternity of Love
So afraid to let you close, for fear of losing you, so afraid you'll see the real me, afraid you wont like what you see so afraid that life without you is empty void so afraid to say anything for fear of losing you
A Defiant Soul.ver I
Oh Fate I will not be bound by thee mine path shall not be dictated by circumstance I will raise a banner of rebellion against thee. Though I am flawed, imperfect and fallible
A Defiant Soul.ver II
Oh Fate I will not be bound by thee mine path shall not be dictated by circumstance I will raise a banner of rebellion against thee. Though flawed, imperfect and fallible I may be
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The Dreamer's Soul
Dreams they are the powers that drive the
soul, they are that which creates joy yet allows pain,
like forest after a fire, the heart might yet again bloom
stronger more vibrant, to strengthen the soul of which it came.
Dreams though oft they come upon us in the sweet twilight hours,
never do they shadow the light, like the stars in the night.
rebelling against reason, like a mad man against the raging sea,
yet in this madness there the purest form of sanity can be found
Dreams they are that which make us whole,
they are that which makes friendship ...