Max Hernz : Writing

A Memory

A Memory

A Poem by Max Hernz


It’s kind of sad how the years go by, And the people you thought you knew depart. One by one they wave good bye. In their own way, they leave..
A Cigarette

A Cigarette

A Poem by Max Hernz


She lights up her cigarette shakingly. The chemicals get to work with one puff. Relief runs through her blood stream, And she knows, everything wil..
A Blade's Glory

A Blade's Glory

A Poem by Max Hernz


You’ve asked me why and told me to stop, But you all really don’t understand. It’s the language of pain, And it speaks to me with..

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