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It’s been 30 days since you sent me your ‘gift’; A flaccid, Hot-Air-Balloon of Broken Dreams and humiliation A stark reminder of your failings and of my pitiful demise at both our hands You...
My eyes, they're glossy, As you bid me farewell, I love you so much more Than you and I could ever tell. In this one moment, I think back to when, I had first met you, And I felt my heart open.
I heard a tale about a tap. A tale that made me see. And truly wish that tap was me. Flowing always, constant pulse. Loving, teaching,giving. Providing sustenance for living.
Remember that time When we went swimming. We splashed and played, And just had fun. I miss that. Remember that time We climbed to the top of the hill, And realised we forgot the picnic.
When someone close to you dies, it's hard; because everyone else is just carrying on like nothing happened, because for them nothing did happen, when your world was practically ripped to shreds.
It's a shame how it goes, Things that are lost against things that are owed, The people we love who become just people we've known, The laughs once shared on faces which shone, to faces that now no...
Search for my soul threw my eyes, baby I promise that's where heaven lies....
Grey, that was what the world always was to me. Just different shades of black and white Never changing. Bad was all I could ever see. Good was always there, But too hard to find. Never changing.
You time will come when the summer day's end, You'l feel the nipping coldness arrive, As you wonder what will happen to you , not a tunnel full of lie's.
Last part of poem "Why I Hate Religion, But Love Jesus" Religion says slave, Jesus says son, Religion puts you in shackles but Jesus sets you free. Religion makes you blind, but Jesus lets you see.
The souls voice is a soft whisper. Could it be that ones soul is an enemy. Or are these the words of a frenemy. Could it be that their faces are two. Even the one thought closest to you.
You whisper through the shadows as the wild wind blows, You walk down the alleyways with nothing on you'r toes , In the cold winter nights you cuddle up at the back of the bar trying to say warm by...
My Mirror shows me my reflection, Just a pretty face, But a mirror doesn't show inside, The most important place.
The night dawned dark and cold Covered the world in unexpected certainties It shouldn't be raining at the end of the world Not hot fiery death, choking ash from the sky We were all bright with...
Scared, Scared, All alone, No one there, No one at home, Sat under stairs, Crying, Scared....
Your brown eyes, So warm and sweet, Behind them are no lies, I know this every time we meet. Your soul is pure, So innocent and free, I love you - there is no cure, You're meant to be with me.
I'm drowning in my own tears, I cannot sleep at night, All because I love you still, Can you hear my cry!.
Forgiving that those memories that make you you, those few memories that will stay true, those few memories that make you smile ,those few memories that make you cry and those few memories that pass...
I don't understand. Why is grass green. Why is sky blue. Why is the Earth round. Why am I here. What is my purpose. Questions. The ring. They bounce. They slip through, My head as I question the...
The cover of darkness, Curls around me, Blanketing me, Hiding me. I look, Look for food, Look for love, Look for help. The wind picks up, Swishes through my ears, Blows back my fur, Pulls at my skin.
The wolf howled as the ghostly moon rose, Distant whispers were carried by the trees, Trembling shadows fell upon the willows, Some leaves we're carried by the breeze.
I would like to be a leaf in a painting by Sarah whimperis. I love the indigo, ultramarine and opaque sky.
Once upon a time is how it begins. But what about happily ever after. Fairy stories don't exist. Why didn't I see it sooner. There is no happy ending for us. For the common person in the world.
Whisk a handful of patience and add a pinch of honesty, Add a sprinkle of happiness and a table spoon of forgiveness. Simmer gently a cup of understanding, A dash of trust, and a bucket of good...