Indian Drafters

War Pain carried by one soul, while carrying a fallen brother from a bullet hole as the bullet digs deep, he screams I remind him of his unfaithful ambitious dreams. My foot dipped in river bend, just like the weather his heart got cold with glossy eyes he begs for his life to end   hearing his words, I stood cold. His eyes near the river glittered gold like none ever, I grabbed my gun and he was done with his prayers I pulled the trigger darkness got bigger The guilt in the hear of the dead got bigger. - Syndrome

Alzheimer's Patient I stand in familiar places, yet I stand not to know I see familiar faces I feel like I recognize yet  I don't know.  It started when she died, now I fail to remember her looks how could I even forget my bride all I can remember is through her books. My brain full of life went degraded, my memories have now faded all questions are done to provoke but yet answers can never be evoke. All memories have flown away, only my bride's memories have stayed the same way the life in me is creeping away after all Alzheimer's has it's way. -Syndrome

PO.EM (pō′əm) Yes It's true. There's gonna be a poem every week and a fascinating one, It's gonna start from next week and don't worry it's not done by me(phew), it's by some other author, wanna know more about that person? Yea try clicking that link above. And be surprised! By Jove Theatre So Now What? Yea, this is not the weekly blog but an added  livre of a  literary composition written with an intensity or beauty of language more characteristic of   Life . Well by seeing the viewership rates of the poems we might even start to roll out the tips for better writing, yea who am I kiddin! I mean pretty much the end of the year or even next year or never! Week-Bit:" Something New Is Coming Up For All You Kids And Young Adults And Teenagers." Major: If you are a poet or want to send us some poems, you don't have to be worried about your identity, because we will always keep the profile anonymous to the public, we'...