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Carpe Diem

Carpe Diem

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Tick tock, how time does fly, slipping through my fingers; wasting my days till I die.
I am who I am

I am who I am

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


I will not change, this is who I am. You can mock me, I will not give in.
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A Story by Adam M. Snow


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Winter Moon through a Third Eye

Winter Moon through a Third Eye

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Staring out the frosted glass, I ponder there, alone. The moon, at its fullest, its highest peak, all I can think of are words.
The Writer

The Writer

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


In a sea of words, where writers drown, lost in their world's insanity;
Like Sands from an Hourglass

Like Sands from an Hourglass

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


I see the moments falling to the past; falling, like sands from an hourglass. Every memory, just a figment of our imagination; our very existence, our..
She became My Gallows

She became My Gallows

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


What of this!? Her sweet madness beautiful as snow; that by starlight! The rushes lean over her wide! The intoxication of her insanity draws me close...
Call me anti-gay if you want. I am a Christian, I do not hate.

Call me anti-gay if you want. I am a Christian, I ..

A Story by Adam M. Snow


I do not hate and I do not discriminate.
A Blood Moon Night

A Blood Moon Night

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Tonight I watched in awe, the moon once pure and white. Obeying the nighttime law; lighting the sky so bright. The stars, the moon in sync; dancing th..
The Unknown and the Writer (TEASER)

The Unknown and the Writer (TEASER)

A Story by Adam M. Snow


The idea is that this man, a writer is dying of old age and something happened where he mysteriously ends up in an unknown world where he's a young ma..
When the Tree again is blowing

When the Tree again is blowing

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


When the tree again is blowing, the sky itself is flowing. When the leaves are rustling 'gainst the wind, the world itself comprehends -
The Unknown and the Writer (THE FINISHED COPY)

The Unknown and the Writer (THE FINISHED COPY)

A Story by Adam M. Snow


The idea is that this man, a writer is dying of old age & something happened where he mysteriously ends up in an unknown world where he's a young man ..
Little Bird

Little Bird

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Does the little bird not know sorrow? It drifts alone in the open air, untouched by either blue of the ocean or the sky above; untouched by the bloods..
God's Heaven

God's Heaven

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


A vision splendid of the Heavenly scene, filled my mind with an image so clean: the purity of the road from which I walk, beyond the pearly gates so p..
Whispers in the Wind

Whispers in the Wind

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Entrance me with your tune, that gentle voice of yours. Those sway ardent winds of harmony, an echoed symphony of your life; each word is wrapped in r..
This Lost Lamb

This Lost Lamb

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Oh by the morning strike of day and by the calm obscure of night, my heart is Yours O God -- I pray; grant this lost lamb Your holy sight. Give this l..
Burning

Burning

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Burning; I am burning on my knees -- fallen -- praying. Engulfing flame burning bright, see me now in Holy light.
The Music in the Wind

The Music in the Wind

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


O you sweet ol sound that grasp the wind, you hold so tight to sway again - through the branches springtide leaves, such a tune these wind they weaves..
A Visitor in the Morning Fog

A Visitor in the Morning Fog

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Oh, what a stage this morning break; on waking to a misty light. My heart is weak, I feel it ache upon this morning sight. So thick the fog the dawn o..
Weeping by the Willow Tree

Weeping by the Willow Tree

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Who is she adorned in moonlight's veil - This beauty with skin so fragile and pale? I see her within a dream surreal, Weeping by the willow tree.