When I am a poet I have wings Into the infinity I dive Rising above this boring layer Of existence
I am not looking for someone bette… She do not have to be perfect just… You see in my past I struggled wi…
Some fine arts prints are just Ideal ' to have within the fantast… Fantastic there on the wall Prints of choice Like Sunflowers fields sunkissed…
(The refrain is quoted by Edward… one of his letters) Growing, growing, all the glory go… Flashing out of fire and light, bu… All the world’s a-dying and failin…
By Stanley Collymore Charles is a besotted fool for making the Parker-Bowles woman such a focus of this coronation event of his. Fran…
I KNOW not why I chose to seem… At parting from you; for since you… I see you still—I hear each word,… And what I hid from you I wish we… I, who was proud and shy, seem now…
I don’t know who I should be angr… but... your angry? Your yelling at… don’t change for others, be yourse… so your stuck, now tell me... who’…
Righto! I’ll give the game a go. They say I should be circumspect;… I’ll bang The cows in slang . .
cherishing memories pleasantries which endure splendid only in recall mode
She always seemed to fall in love with hopeless things, hopeless ideas. It hurt, oh, it hurt. Every single time like putting a blade to her skin but in the same way it was soothing. She...
The colors of my eyes, reflect in your disguise, we saw a show, but everything’s off behind the curtain, covers can’t hide, just wrap us up in sneering smiles. The stage is set, we have...
I look over to see you right next… I am lost within myself looking fo… To open up my gray skies of you no… That hat I wear still smells like… I wish I could hang on and hold y…
india independence day marked by v… like downward dive of flying kite freedom of multiple choices wannin… men out of their element india independence day marked by v…
why cry why cry its alright crying ladies n men its alright crying for Jesus i’m crying u see why me why me every body’s looking at me i’m not scarred u see trust i don’t need no rocks ...
Tick Tock, Tic Tock, thunder cracks, pencils clack. The clock is a murderer, cause it’s killing my patience,
i picked the burning tuscan sun sitting in warm mutton soup with my chopsticks. and placed it in my mouth. the soft yolk spilt sweetly on my tongue. flooding me insides in yellow mellow...
Good Muse, rock me asleep With some sweet harmony; The weary eye is not to keep Thy wary company. Sweet Love, begone awhile,
My life is a book of a million pag… most of which I have yet to read I flick through the chapters and I see you, you and me On a beach twenty years from now,
Going round and round in circles, The circle of life is an endless c… A cycle that is played between the… Sometimes the shades of the bright… Into the dark deep abyss of the se…
“In reality, you dislike love only… I also detest it, but I don’t cle… Do we fall in love with the physic… If that will be your answer, then…
In this lifetime there are a whole… I feel as though sipping some Moe… Even though we move in life being… With that being said I want to ma… You don’t have to like me…Shoot y…
That night he cut his skin a little deeper for all of the people
Behind, the sun glass, covered eye… Memories, keep me alive, although,… I have to watch, one love die, Wh… Wish, there was a way, to see,,whi… As the light, slowly fades, one lo…
If they only knew, what goes throu… Always searching for the words to… The righteous way A feeling of decay that makes me d… A pain in my chest, the suffocatio…
O Child of Nations, giant-limbed, Who stand’st among the nations now Unheeded, unadored, unhymned, With unanointed brow,— How long the ignoble sloth, how lo…
What’s the point Why should I try You overlook me In front of your eyes I try my best
By Stanley Collymore We first met in Springtime, appro… things themselves, already in acco… come into full bloom and new life… fresh and appealing surge of optim…
Why do u say your not beautiful be…
Bullying is nationwide its that virus that lingers without a cure they become animals attacking there prey the harsh verbal words get shot out and pierced in there mind leaveing nothing...
They say the eyes are the windows… If so, what do you see? Better yet, what don’t you see? Because these windows are boarded… My inner soul you cannot envision.