The Lark : Writing

Love's Cruelty

Love's Cruelty

A Poem by The Lark


I wrote this when I was 16, so bear with me.
The flood of night

The flood of night

A Poem by The Lark


On our changing emotions in the wee hours
Hidden Message

Hidden Message

A Poem by The Lark


Just toying with some ideas here, getting my writing groove back.
The Politican

The Politican

A Poem by The Lark


The every man's man
When it rains

When it rains

A Poem by The Lark


Just a little ditty
Weathered Hearts

Weathered Hearts

A Poem by The Lark


Can you truly speak for yourself?
Waiting For July

Waiting For July

A Poem by The Lark


To the girl that never was
The Dead

The Dead

A Poem by The Lark


Its a strange thing to view an open coffin
Struggle For Sleep

Struggle For Sleep

A Poem by The Lark


For all the insomniacs out there