User:Whiteflame
Older Poetry
Beauty in White Flames, the poem that, in essence, started it all. This poem indicates the beginning of my ostracization from society as it was submitted to a competition and scorned greatly. I went into a brooding depression afterwards (for many, many reasons) and have only recently recovered with the help of a good friend, Kevin Rooste.
Upon My Future Death or Transfiguration
Before the Break of Day, a very vivid dream I once had
New Poetry
Mustaño, an elegy
A Young Horse Floats in a Pond of Grass