I could taste his lips still; as i… I could still smell his sweet rela… I could still hear his little hear… As if I had it recorded. But, the thing is it hits you all…
I’ve dreamt of you, more times tha… I’m angry inside, I want to cry a… Its lonely inside, inside my broke… I ache for a dream, one I can not… I feel less than you, less than th…
My mind wants to reach out and grab something electrifying: something that has the power to make it feel alive My mind: it has been hard at work
By Stanley Collymore I’ve given you the present of life My darling child; now do me The honour of doing Something truly
Over the land freckled with snow h… The speculating rooks at their nes… And saw from elm-tops, delicate as… What we below could not see, Wint…
Earth bears her sorrow gladly, lik… Her young face glowing through the… The storms that threaten her, the… Kindle a deeper color. She has wo… Graces that please the high-enthro…
Krinken was a little child,- It was summer when he smiled. Oft the hoary sea and grim Stretched its white arms out to hi… Calling, ‘Sun-child, come to me;
Blood is quite a gruesome thing, but yet enchanting in its own horrific way. But for some reason still pleasing. The deep ruby pools of the slick materia are glistening in the flamed fi...
Is it you I see go by the window,… at me nor any one, And your shadow swaying from East… Strange that you should be walking… And your legs tied up with a knot…
Weaknesses is different for everyone comes in so many forms. It’s scars you deep makes you angry. I have cried so much that my tears look like blood that bleeds from my heart. The thoug...
I captured you within a lense To ensure the memory last For when the moment comes to pass
from here to there I see no fear from here to there I could not Be… from here to there and a little bi… all I see is you around every turn and every bend
By Stanley Collymore Never you mind what I choose to d… as it’s not yours but mine alone t… I want; and instead of you employi… boundless energy you exhibit and w…
I think as I walk This way and back Thinking not of my feet But of you. My thoughts swirl
Was it worth it? To shatter the last little bit of… Was it worth it? To to make her hate the only thing… Was it worth it?
I speak of what was lost Since I came upon this place Once a garden tendered strong Now weeds and dry earth did replac… My Eden
I have always assumed Wondered and concluded However, what I never tried was l… How does one judge without introsp… How do you determine what you neve…
Lily! lady of the garden! Let me press my lip to thine! Love must tell its story, Lily! Listen thou to mine. Two I choose to know the secret—
By Stanley Collymore Yet another spoilt, clearly unintelligent, and quite perceptibly totally out of touch discernibly dense
The rain comes and goes as rainbow appear and fade but my love for you will not fade nor storms can blow it away A great path shall be paved.
You have said it was all a lie, Then why am I still here, If none of what we said was true, Do these words mean I don’t care, Does this mountain of paper pages,
NO white cloud sails the lonely s… Thro’ the gaunt trees no breezes s… Thro’ the lush grass no fall of fe… No song of bird in all the land, But, floating faintly, dreamily,
You know, I’m sure, the Rainbow… Where jetsam float from near and f… To gather wide with staring eyes, Hearts still muffled, destroyed by… A wild man sat, full six feet tall…
I wish Sometimes to wake up next… I wish to share your Blanket and… I wish to be in haze of your Frag… I wish to share same Cup of Chai… To Rest my Head on your Shoulder…
A candle burns with its flickering… A testament of will, Can it burn at both ends, In the wind, does it burn still, The wind may blow its hardest,
O Love, if those clear faithful e… Were ever turned away there then s… No heav’nly looks to take the gloo… Nor any hills, nor any dales for m… Nor any honeyed cups of eglantine,
I am so sorry Because I love you and I couldn’t tell you. But how could I? You were never really mine to begi…
Somewhere, a painting hangs in a g… encompassing the artist’s passion. His blood, sweat and tears stain t… something had inspired him, and the painting is his reaction.
Once again in this misty morning, I can find those curious eyes melt… In the day dreams, or in the night… But that’s true, they were along m… They were frozen, these eyes.
My mind is like an ocean, calm and… But sometimes its distressed and a… The waves are like my thoughts cra… The unsettling waves wreck engulfi… When I think the problem has fade…