My Writings
Brahma... creative
force in all natureI haven't written to much over the couple of years, but I used to write quite avidly. The four offerings I provide here are the ones that attracted the most attention. The oldest one is from about seven or eight years ago. It's really important that while you read these you keep in mind that I always write about the things which touch me the most. The four I've included are about: my sister, the holocaust, disregard towards the dreams of another , and the abomination that is humanity.
A Flower in Winter
This is a poem about love and loss. I wrote it many years ago when I was in grade ten or eleven. I had my little sister, Marie, in mind when it found it's way onto paper.I saw it...
I wrote this poem when I was in grade twelve. Many people thought horrible things about me after reading it -- apparently they didn't understand my disgust for the speaker.To die, perchance to dream
I wrote this prose offering when I was in my first year of university, it's about the dreams of a generation, and the disregard shown to that same generation.The Bear
This is a beautiful parable about the coexistence of man and nature, I wrote it about a year or so ago.
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