Walking down this hardened road.
Something begins to follow me.
Blackened by all lifes desire.
Hovering inches above the ground.
Care for nothing nor no soul.
Still maintain control.
The sky belongs to me.
Spiraling above so high.
I am not afraid.
Falling from such height.
Gracefully back to ground.
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Emilio Ortiz
While growing up in Texas , around some southern country area, where the backyards are always peaceful and quiet, and the breeze can make even the most stressful of people relax; I spent my days reading the stuff I quickly fell in love with, like Fiction books, for example, dragons who would breathe fire and fly to the highest peaks of the tallest mountains in search of adventure, or to save his friends and family from a evil tyrant who was bent on turning all the dragons into stone, awaiting for a champion to save them! That's the beauty of poems or stories, especially if your writing them yourself, you can create anything you desire and determine the outcome of what will happen. Video Games, Music, Emotions, that needed to be vented out, Also sci-fi movies were a really big influence on the type of work I absolutely love to write about today. 🙂
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While growing up in Texas , around some southern country area, where the backyards are always peaceful and quiet, and the breeze can make even the most stressful of people relax; I spent my days reading the stuff I quickly fell in love with, like Fiction books, for example, dragons who would breathe fire and fly to the highest peaks of the tallest mountains in search of adventure, or to save his friends and family from a evil tyrant who was bent on turning all the dragons into stone, awaiting for a champion to save them! That's the beauty of poems or stories, especially if your writing them yourself, you can create anything you desire and determine the outcome of what will happen. Video Games, Music, Emotions, that needed to be vented out, Also sci-fi movies were a really big influence on the type of work I absolutely love to write about today. :-)