I like reading fantasy. Every once in a while, I write a poem about something.
many frogs sit on a stump they watch silently until one day ribbit water is everywhere help call the coast guard glub
By Shamus Schneider7 months ago in Poets
I walked through the woods, my mind adrift, and my feet wandering freely. I came upon a clearing, and within the clearing stood a tree.
By Shamus Schneiderabout a year ago in Poets
cold pierces from within. a familiar pain. a comfort. my body feels fear. my mind feels peace. most feel discomfort mistaking a lack of feeling
Three sparrows rest on a snow-laden branch The forest, a bated breath As the sky fades to black
