Soren Valentine


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  • Aria Siren (2/12/2013 9:24:00 AM)

    Soren is one of my favourite poets and is absoultely one to follow. His style is very unique to him as a writer-his descriptions and metaphors are the most carefully painted works of art. His pieces are very capable of evoking deep emotions from any reader. His work can also be very unexpected, starting off one way and twisting and turning as they lead you somewhere completely different. That's one of my favourite things about his work, it never fails to surprise you. Always impressive. I believe he has unlimited potential as a writer and as an artist.
    As a friend, he is very supportive and gives excellent feedback and suggestions.

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  • Alla Simone (11/5/2012 12:16:00 AM)

    Jacobs writing simply takes your breath away. It is truly stunning. Deserving of a moment of silence are the images he captures and the emotions he evokes. If you have not yet experienced his writing, you are not yet fully alive. In one word: electrifying. His poems seem to have a splendid purpose. You will soar to the heights of his expertly expressed feelings and plunge to the depths. He produces thrilling work that is always an exciting ride. Rarely gentle though, because that tends to read as boring. Happy reading!

  • Alla Simone (11/5/2012 12:15:00 AM)

    Jacobs writing simply takes your breath away. It is truly stunning. Deserving of a moment of silence are the images he captures and the emotions he evokes. If you have not yet experienced his writing, you are not yet fully alive. In one word: electrifying. His poems seem to have a splendid purpose. You will soar to the heights of his expertly expressed feelings and plunge to the depths. He produces thrilling work that is always an exciting ride. Rarely gentle though, because that tends to read as boring. Happy reading!

Inverted Reflections

A single autumn leaf blows, leading me like a beatific fool upon the path of the Forgotten Ones.
I mutter prayers for eternal slumber as I mindlessly wander about the decaying road, led by this pale light.
I reach the Gate of Emptiness and Desertion, and as I pass through, a Forest of Fluorescent White Trees assaults me with painful memories of my thralldom unto the crestfallen spirit that has oft been led to misery.

I have been filled with nothingness; The Man That Never Was.

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