DaVoid : Writing

Sold.

Sold.

A Poem by DaVoid


Growing cold.
Not at all.

Not at all.

A Poem by DaVoid


I do not want to write.To get any rating high.Not for the people that glance across.Seemingly looking to grant some permissionto be bador reason to be..
Dead lines.

Dead lines.

A Poem by DaVoid


Dead lines give life to possibilies.
immortal

immortal

A Poem by DaVoid


Two lovers and a terrible fate closing in.
The long way home

The long way home

A Poem by DaVoid


A path to wisdom.
How big?

How big?

A Poem by DaVoid


Not to be seen at all.
Little thistle

Little thistle

A Poem by DaVoid


a short pain.
Cheaters

Cheaters

A Poem by DaVoid


A fair warning
Neverending

Neverending

A Poem by DaVoid


A Celtic poem that goes round and round
Elohim

Elohim

A Poem by DaVoid


magical riddle.