Alright, since a lot of people come around these parts, I'd like to see what you make of some of my written works. This'll be the one thread that I will continuosly post on. Poetry is something that I love to do and feedback is much appreciated.

If you read, please tell me what you thought, and what your personal interpretation was.

Let's start it off with my first written sonnet, which I thought I had to do for homework in English (I didn't really, but it turned out awesome).

Thanks.

Beneath the Floor

Time to take a look, past the web and dust,
This life is all dimensions—forgotten
Lies take on the form of ghosts, without trust;
But there is the Thinker, thinking rotten
Thoughts that linger back and forth, finding faith.
Digging deeper, searching for the headless;
It worms its way through time, through frozen space,
Around stars, suns, slaves, hiding from success.
Finally found, the answer lies in cracks,
Inside a mirror of a mirror, glass
And body impeding a hand of black;
Tempting, touching, but the truth has no mass.
The Thinker thinking upon a glass floor,
Not the while knowing his mind and more.