: About Me

Having started out my college experience, I have been reminded that although I am not the greatest writer in the world, I am a decent one.

With that realization in mind, I would like to use Helium as the notebook, per se, that records the articles in which much of my thought and soul has been poured into.

Good ideas take time to incubate in that little furnice that is our mind. Hence, great ideas are the nuggets of gold that sparingly come across one's lifetime. I'm interested in great ideas so there will be gaps of time between each article.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The apocalypse

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A World Gone By And with the last gleams of the twilight On that opaque and dismal sky The ash that softly glimmers Befallen by and by It gathers on the mountains The day all Hope has died And rain to sweep its sadness From stream onto the tide From whence green once was vibrant Consumed by fire of Hell to pay Ignited by those seething passions Extinguished by the World's decay From dust to dust is Man's existence And Haze to mark his deeds With gentle sway befalls the ashes The Void that now he feeds

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