The brink, the edge, the absolute cliff;
To seek, to look, to view and see only a gif;
How long does it take?
How far must we go?
Until the dawn will finally wake,
Anew born our vision of fake.
What is This?
Welcome to the first blog I have created outside of a class assignment. I figured I was tired of practicing my poetic skills on facebook statuses which seemed mundane and pointless so I decided to create this (although I am not sure this will be satisfactory either). Nonetheless, I have deemed this as my personal journal for poetry. Enjoy to the few who happen to stumble upon it and feedback is welcome.
