Thanks to you, I know who I am an… as a father, it was your duty to t… but you didn’t teach me to write,… you taught me to be a bird in a ca… a flower in a flowy meadow of gree…
‘These winter days,’ my father say… ‘When mornings blow and bite and f… And hens sit cackling in the straw… Stiff with the frost as gates that… Remind me of my youth when, raw,
On a hot summer day, her birthday. There was a man who took hours making a beautiful
I saw a smile upon your face, Another mile to finish the race. I saw the sun in the sky, Way above the clouds so high. I saw heaven in the sky’s above,
The progression of one who’s least… Stands and takes his aim. Resembles of that the ones before, Quite nice. Then states his claim… Confusion spouts before a court,
By Stanley Collymore You brainwashed Daily Mail cunts are obviously out of your stoned minds or else are quite frigging well delusionally joking as signif…
Vast was his soul some favorite ab… Whose bolder pencil made a boy of… A boy he thought him lovers less t… Who barter all things for a crop o… He wisely too his roving pow’r bes…
The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,
Do, so many, have to die;for someo… As, a soldier, dies today;yet, the… Men, that give, their lives, for u… And though, my hand, is raised, to… Voting’s, become, a fallacy;it’s n…
the cool breeze curls around you,…
They stand together with nothing b… marching they chant and learn how… Their leaders with arms facing at… they soon realize they have been c… Young and fearless and tired of th…
I am the storm that ruined your ho… I’ll leave you with nothing, then… I am the tidal wave that drowned a… Left a path of destruction that no… I am the lightening that struck do…
“Child of the Woods, bred in leaf… See the palace home in which I dw… With its lofty walls and casements… And objects of beauty on every sid… Now, tell me, dost thou not think…
Music didn’t save my fucking life. I saved my fucking life. Music just pushed me to the point… And maybe I wouldn’t have come th… I love where this life is taking m…
This morning you are in my thought… swimming in my mind my fantasies surreal you and I entwined your body I am needing
‘In Paris, at the Louvre, there h… The sumptuously-feathered angel pi… Prone Lucifer, descending. Looked… Showing the fight a fair one? Too… The young Pharsalians did not dis…
Girl I see that your in pain, you tell yourself all guys are the same, girl you let wrong guy hold your hand, now its my turn to make you understand, you forgot what its like to smile, ...
somewhere between earth and sky, at the boundary of the real and the abstract where the giants draw the sun out of the earth and marvel at its glossiness. They gather the clouds to thei...
All I can see and hear is blood r… My rage is stirring Why do I let him in? He is not mine, not anymore Please God, wake me up
Creaks speak fluent memory through… drifting away after hurried speech… Into whispers that hold no weight… “I am here” My ignorance shall never comprehen…
There is no way, to believe, in re… Yet fulfillment of, that very thin… As we ponder, points in life, deci… Can we consider, all those things,… Sitting, in this forest, with no s…
My heart misses your heart My Love ~ Your Love My Soul ~ Your Soul My Thoughtz ~ Your Thoughts My Laugh ~ Your Laugh
Upon the sunlit shore, my hand doe… O’er sands that stretch like dream… Her gaze from distant realm, a sil… As ripples chase my touch, in sun’… Each grain a memory etched, as fin…
Your phone stopped calling my numb… My messages remained unread Your towels remained so dry As they rested on your unmade bed Your coffee pot waited every morni…
When you look at the moon I see your smile. When you speak to the moon, I hear your whispers. When you cry within the moon’s sig…
The hill pines were sighing, O’ercast and chill was the day: A mist in the valley lying Blotted the pleasant May. But deep in the glen’s bosom
By Stanley Collymore Once we were total strangers; our… existences entirely unknown to eac… and our separate lives complete wo… yet from that first encounter, not…
Some of my friends (for friends I… All, who, not daring to appear my… Feign great good-will, and not mor… Than full of craft, under false co… Some of my friends (so lavishly I…
But see the fading many-colour’d w… Shade deepening over shade, the co… Imbrown; a crowded umbrage, dusk,… Of every hue, from wan declining g… To sooty dark. These now the lone…
They climbed the trees . . . As w… The Glugs climbed trees in the da… When the oldes tree in the land to… Was a tender little seedling - Na… This climbing habit was old, so ol…