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In our world, past; present; future, there are many craftsmen very good in their arts. One of the most under appreciated crafts is poetry and the ability to methodically create something from nothing. All other craftsmen start with something, be it a piece of steel to be forged into a sword, or clay to be molded into a pot. A poet takes thoughts and creates wonders. No where will I say that I am a great poet or even a good poet. I don't do this for recognition, I do it because I have something to say and I truly have a strong admiration for what poets do. Over a year ago my English teacher made me try something new. He made the entire class keep a writers notebook (a marble bound composition book). We were given assignments to do in the book. The teacher also said that if we had an idea; a story; or a poem we wanted to write that we could feel free to do so in it. Since that day I have continued to write poems about things I feel. Sometimes I sit and think my poems through, other times a muse catches my attention calling forth inspiration. Anyway, enough rambling here is some of my work in no particular order:

(Edited as of 12/9/08: As of poem 56 I'm finished reviewing my older work. From here on out anything I post will be as new as it possibly can be. I'd like to start updating more regularly so check in at least once a month for a few new poems)

1. The Mouth of the River

2. Greed: The face that launched 1,000 ships

3. For strength we’ll fight; for love we’ll die

4. Love is now, you are forever

5. Cost of loving

6. Stepping stone

7. Misery

8. Futile

9. Supernal

10. Into The Maw

11. Impenetrable; Indomitable; A wall

12. Say You’re Mine