Herant X.. Poems
|1.||The War In My Mind||1/11/2010|
|3.||The Place With No Name||3/5/2010|
|4.||A Moment From Time||3/18/2010|
|6.||The Black Cat||4/24/2011|
|10.||The Soft Yet||3/23/2012|
|12.||The Conscious Soul.||6/23/2012|
|14.||The Journey To The Stars||7/3/2012|
|15.||The Empty Will||7/28/2012|
|18.||Good And Bad||4/11/2010|
|19.||When Will They Be Free.||4/26/2010|
|20.||My Heart Is Dark||6/18/2008|
|22.||The Dying Flower||6/26/2012|
The Dying Flower
There was love in the room.
It was the laughter in the rain.
With nearly broken legs, it kept its pride.
And bloomed and walked towards the heights.
With petals of white and its invisible crown
My flower flew in the night of blissful hopes.
Oh I wish time was my friend.
So I could rewrite the story in the end.
But sadly 't was my ignorance that I met.
To travel back in time and space.
Only to face my flower dying again.
The Place With No Name
This beautiful place with no name.
Through the eyes of a child.
Within a heart of a man.
I see this place that is not named.
The blue sky is just blue.
The green grass is just green.
Love is love and hate is not seen.
And yet still this place has no name.
But then again, how can it be named if it is not the truth.