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I thought I heard the angles, They were singing out a tune, I said I hope you angles, Have come for me to soon, The angles started to sing to me, I heard there heavenly voice, They beaconed me to...
He was a great boy yet his time ran out. He was happiness itself. A smile always on his face. He was a safari child. Always on the look out for dangerous animals. He never grew old of the world.
A little note~ Not written from personal experience, just inspired by a poem read in English. Together, that's what you said. Always together. You lied.
I'm not at my happy place, At this point in time, I'm really finding it hard, To make this rhyme. On 2011, 29th September I lost my best friend, And I shall always remember.
The loss of lives, A pity state. A turning stone, A brand new plate. We say goodbye, We turn our heads. We pray at night, In our soft beds. The nightmares swirl, The memories coil.
If I died today, Would you even regret, The mean things that you said, Or how we even met, If I died today, Would even think about me, Would cry each day, Or throw out memories into the sea, If I...
So, that's it, Been kicked, Out for the count, Now you've gone out, A candle snuffed, Goodbye and stuffed, What can I say.
The tears were overwhelming, streaking my face with makeup, drowning me. The moment I stepped into that room I knew something was wrong. Don't leave me yet, I'm not that strong.
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.
Body beach 5 I awoke the next morning by a knock on my door. "Lilliana?" My mum questioned if I was awake as she walked in. "Yes." I said in a whisper as I sat up in bed.
My daddy told me when i was a child,. One day some boy will break your heart,. One day the two of us will be apart,. One day you will feel successful,. One day you will feel regretful,.
Poems are so sadistic,. I sit here, mulling over th't which pains me.'., As you appreciate the depth of my words And notice the symbolism Of the fine., blue tre'e Off i'n the distance ,.
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.
#movement. You appeared before me, at the speed of light. I was waiting for another, that cold winter night. You stood before me in a velveteen coat. Staring within me, caressing me throat.
In memory of Sarah Hancock who passed 18th September 2012, aged 35...
The day passed by quite nicely, I love a Tuesday, me. 'Tis when I get the day alone, Just once a week, just me. But something happened...
Nothing seems the same anymore Since oceans spread across us and I stand regret at the shore Missing you more more Every summer breeze Warm and memories pass me Is this me missing missing...
I sat still. And I lip synced through every hymn. I sat still. Because I didn't want the pain to win. I sat still. Through a fear the tears would roll. I sat still. Because I knew that if I didn't.
It's that time of year again Four years have gone by quickly The memories are ever laying but they are slowly fading They aren't as vivid as before When I think back I miss you more Your smile Your...
A hand above the water. An angel reaching for the sky. Is it raining in heaven. Do you want us to cry. And everywhere the broken hearted. On every lonely avenue. No one could reach them.
Some of you may a recall a relatively recent blog I did about signs - whether they are actually trying to tell us something or whether they are just a torment playing on the little hope we have.
Tower Bridge is closing And all of Bermondsey is asleep Streetlight walks the waters Rising fast and dark and deep Well is your work of art so heavy That it will not let you live.
*adult themes* I wish I’d seen it sooner- I’m meant to be a councillor, But it’s not so easy when it’s your own daughter.
All these memories Behind lock and key Those pretty pictures of you and me Now that your gone My heart has left Torn and broken Im far past depressed So f*** to those memories I held so...