My name is Octavian Ion and I reside in Toronto, Canada. I started writing poetry two years ago, first in my native language, Romanian and then in English. I have been studying philosophy as well as 19th century literature in order to expand my knowledge in the field. Even though my poetry is of a pessimistic nature, I think my reasons for using such a depressive mode of expression are valid as the poems are reflected upon.
All pathways lead into the night.
The present is our guiding light. Once in a while you can observe someone Who, seems melancholy It only means that this someone Has taken the time to observe That nothing awaits further on On this endless bridge. Once in a while you can observe someone Who, seems content It only means that this someone Has closed their eyes, momentarily forgetting The endless journey ahead. Once in a while you might hear a joke 'Tis told by the artist Who alone has stopped walking And noticed the world below Full of beauty, untouched and unknown A joke to the average man Who can only see the road ahead.