I am a father of two wonderful girls and a christian, long time sufferer of depression my writing has become my therapy. Some of my writing is faith based, some of it portrays the darkness of depression. I make no apologies for that but pray by using my honesty it might help others experiencing similar turmoil in their lives. May God forever bless you and keep you! Kik me @ merlin1038
It has just turned seven On a Saturday eve I should be sat downstairs With the kids on my knees But I am laid up in bed, alone and in such pain As my old black dog Paces up and down to a new...
My life has changed So, so much I seem to hurt all those I have touched When they get close I have ran Not in fear of love But of who I am Afraid of what I do not know I give all of me I put on...
No more Roses at their feet, No more the soldiers thirst to quench. For we are tired of the torture, We are tired of this cities stench.
I sat so nervously to listen to the learned doctor speak A scruffy man, his suit all crumpled, not at all crisp or neat And then it came, The word formed on lips formed clumsily. No. He couldn't.
#acrostic. Your little yellow trumpet heralds the springtime flourish. A heart that is bulbous has as always kept you nourished. Your frilly little collar such a joy to behold.
I came to you my brothers as a promise from our father. To take you further than you ever wished to go. To see life was breathed into your lungs for Godly a. purpose.
A mothers love is something That cannot be denied From the very time that we breath It is the tightest bond that's tied It's a love that we all know or should do in our lives It's a love that...
Are we made to love. As a man I wonder. For every female that I meet I just find such beauty, such grace. It is as though they don't quite belong.
I wish I had a dictionary for a brain and thesaurus for a soul Then I could paint words with flamboyant strokes And. highlight each of my subjects in bold.
I wandered through my torment the sand between my toes. Away from all my brothers, I thought-away from all my foes.
If I could write a psalm, a word, as glorious as you And bring all those souls that read each line to glory as you do Then I would not stop, I would not falter, I would not rest my pen For I would...
What make us who we are. I often ponder this do you. I remember back when I was small and being pushed to be all that I could be.
I remember the fist kiss, I remember the first fumbling embrace. I thought my heart would just explode.
I wonder what my children see when they survey their world. Is it a place of wonderment, a place of hope. Or do they fear what lay ahead.
Is there anyone left Anyone at all Who gives a damn for anything Or wont gladly tread on others to break their very fall.
Are words just words to you Or are they part of me. When I spill out my soul to you in print do I set you free.
I am a blotting board A sponge to soak up all that's bad.
I am trapped within this broken mind. I am trapped with no way out. My heart that overflows with love. Is chained and leaden,-there's no doubt. My eyes which have seen so much.
A bugle sounds so far away For another lost for your tomorrow Sand kicked from a soldiers boot as he disembarks in sorrow Another comrade fallen another broken brother A man that has returned to try...
White noise. White noise. White noise.
Mum, you left us We didn't know why. And yes I was older But you know I still cry The bosom that comforted Fed and that hurt so so bad I wonder these days whether you too are sad.
A sky as black as tar descended on his people It's purpose to destroy a life of light in every child of every people To deny the spirit of our lord and cease the cleansing of our souls.
It's drizzling outside Quite mesmerising really, Or it would be if it wasn't so bloody well sad.
Stella sits and smiles a knowing smile at the chaos of the day, While we foolishly, dart this way and that in a world that never stops.
Shaped like two ripe plums Perfect orbs of pleasure The only pair of things I own that shrivel in cold weather Each day I lather up and finger with such care In fear that I look down one day and...
Our church an ancient relic Of times that went before A symbol of a village wealth Of control and little more And now we try to justify the crumbling stones of steeple There are those who cherish...
You promised me your kingdom, A place I cannot hide. A place that I have searched for, So near, so far, so wide. But how will I know And how will it be. When the kingdom you promised is given to me.
#household #candle Step by step The stairs she climbed Toward the demons of her mind Drip, by drip the candle flame Cast ghostly shadows against window pane Creak by creak the floorboards groaned As...
Bronze and russet Golden brown Yellow and orange Lay on the ground Fungus and moss Lichen and mould Bark that has fallen From trees ancient and bold Pretty pink wellygogs Hot chocolate,...
The earthy smell that's underfoot, The night that draws in cold. The spiders that seek refuge here, And sit on carpet bold. The berries ripened in the hedgerow, For birds and child alike.
Our tongue a mortals weapon. Of it’s worth we can be blind. It’s lashing out undisciplined. To hurt and be unkind. If not in vocal spasm. Our words in ink, blood spill. The readiness of spitefulness.
My little girls are growing their eyes becoming dull They are seeing life how we see it, it's messing with their skull.
The blinking of my bloodshot eyes is not enough to quell my tears The memories of the rainbow seen before I lived in fear The image of your angel face which now my fingers are left to trace Of words...
#emotion When I was told he wasn't dad Emotion is what I had When then to know of siblings lost A broken heart is what it cost When mum I loved did a runner my cold emotion thought what a bummer.
I want to be a hermit. I want to be alone. I want to sit so royally on my hermit throne. I want to live each day I've left within our Lord's creation.
For a friend who is setting out on mission work A mission of faith of fellowship and yearning That one day my friend you will find your true calling Be brave, be adventurous try everything new and...
A long time ago I was privileged enough to be serving in a Canadian air force base in Labrador.
My day has been long my day has been hard. My journey back home was long, I am tired. But when I get there, my heart misses a beat. At the greeting I get from the kids at my feet.
Sung to: Blowin In The Wind with apologies to the great Bob Dylan. How many times must a man take a fall, before he calls it a day. How many times must his heart be broke, before he starts to pay.
I have just been out to get bits and bobs, took the bull by the horns One of those days where my mind got to me to create a tumultuous storm I am now sat here, a prisoner of me I want to break out,...
A free spirit riding on this dusty old road Trying to find a life Trying to lighten my load This country still such a wilderness The girls teeth and tits all ready to be kissed.
Well I've got a job wa hey.
My mind is not my own, I have washed mummy. I sit here on my own, I like Charlie, to tickle his tummy. A sitting room of the damned, You do that again and I'll smack your hand.
I had a pair of sunglasses. They made me look like lennon(John). The girls they swooned at my feet whenever I put them on. Until that is, one sunny day I left them in my car.
#household A little green man from mars Didn't like his bald head which bore scars He took off from his moon Booked in with Vidal Sassoon Now mullets are fashion in alien bars..
Am I the only one who feels that he is missing out on the gastronomic delicacy that the Olympic medal seems to be.
Our lives seem to be at an intersection of love and hate I try to get close but you just close the gate Our common purpose, our children, our gift from above After 22 years we seem all out of love My...
It has been a wonderful, awe inspiring weekend of sport which got me pondering. The human race is able to achieve (and destroy) so much but lets concentrate on our ability to achieve and ask why.
For those who may be grieving. I pray you receive peace for your brokenness.
The white noise of anguish and pain Keeps me awake again and again. Why am I so in tune with what others are immune. Is it that I am connected to To the immorality of the world infected.
I lay motionless in a state of stupor, Staring wildly at the cobweb waving at me from aloft. Taunting me, reminding me of the wasteland my life has become.
There are those that give. And those that don't. Those that love and those that won't. As for me my heart is yours. The pain you feel is mine,. To store. I am here for you my tearful friend.
An amber glass of forgetfulness. Lays before me and him. A skinful of poison to help me forget. A glass of courage at whim. I drown in a whirlpool of pity. I dip my head in a maelstrom of sorrow.
Echoes of yesterday Gives feelings of deja vu A bats curse in life #bat @leelee101.
#bat A crooked church spire Hides squeaking, pooing, peeing The bat has no God.
I lay awake, in open field, I heard thunder in my heart but did not yield. As i witnessed grief of man and wife, I was taken back to an infants life.
Something from nothing So perfectly formed, From the breath of a child. And with excited anticipation life is given, and it grows, to slowly strain at the leash that entraps the rush for freedom.
@leelee I know a man who's birfday it is, A man of great talent and heart A man quite partial to tea and who ain't afraid to fart.
This is the second poem in the series, I hope you get what I am trying to put over in the first one and this. Coochy coochy coo Come to Daddy. Who's daddy's little princess.
#household "Dad do you know the piano is on my foot?" "You hum it son and I'll play it!" Such a funny advert for such a british brew, It wasn't done for Tetley nor was it for Typhoo, Dressed up...
I am sitting in a diner With the world upon my mind. Feeling all melancholy, twisted, out of time. The truth is there is far too much, of time that is, Too much to notice the ignorance in our lives.
It's grey and oh so wet again......so what. Are we not a species that builds itself shelter. Do we not wear clothes to keep us dry.
It jumps at you when you're least prepared, Brings you to your knees in despair. Will twist your mind will bend reality.
My get up and go, Just got up and went. I had some this morning, But now its just spent. A sign of my age some of you say, Two fingers. Up yours. I've the devil to pay.
I stare at her and she stares back at me. A vague shadow reflects the spirit of the beast. Blinking impatiently, waiting drawling, hungry for attention Tap, Tap, Tappity Tap.
I wrote this as I am pissed off being a middle aged man out of work. Those of you old enough might remember the tag line from the epic series Boys From The Blackstuff. Gizza job. Gizza job.
@crowncottage for Tom This was written for St nazaire 60th anniversary of the British commando raids which was probably one of the bravest actions of WWII.
Sitting in a prison, faces dead and bare, Better keep my eyes averted, Better had not stare. But the urge to let one go in here is so very very great.
I am old and I want so desperately to change, I lived my life and played my games. I have climbed the greasy corporate ladder, I have done some things bad and badder. I loved and lost and loved again.
I long to write something of beauty, I long to write words from my soul. I long to be able to describe my love for you, In words that will never grow old.
This started as a collaboration with miss little, I hope you don't me mind posting a slightly different version The strong hand of windy fate, Brought together misslittle and merlin1038.
A funny thing happens to a hole in a road, One of life's mysteries I am sure. Cause as soon as a hole in our road appears, It attracts workmen at a rate of four score.
Aah. a nice cup of coffee, take the weight of me feet. Maybe a muffin as something to eat. A time to watch people as they come and go, A time to text an old friend or play soduku.
The glint in her eye, Her legs went sky high, when I met the key to my heart. I knew from that moment, as quick as it was, that no more I could openly fart.
What is it about the the fairer sex. Is it the strength they hide in beauty. Is it the fact that they endure pain and suffering in child birth and still have the capacity to love.
He breaths the glory of life to young lungs A gift brought today for a Dad and a Mum, A gift that’s so precious and welcome this day. Only to grow older and just get in the way.
As the Sun peeps through the veil of night, And the chorus of a morning sings a prelude to the day, The boy awakes, and gathers up the tools of a hunters way.
I have a six year old daughter, Grace. I also have a 10 year old Jennifer. They are both amazing girls.
I love people watching, there is nothing that gives me greater pleasure than to sit in my local costa and watch people - well ok there is but for the sake of this rambling there isn't.
One of my little eccentricities is to tend a part of our village churchyard.
Nobody knows the strength of a tear, As it rolls down your face, take heart it is clear. That for every watery diamond that's shed, Your life will grow stronger your spirit be fed.
There between my thighs she purred in ecstasy. Encased in leather and entwined for what seemed like hours, still I couldn't shake that gormless grin from my face.
A Modern Psalm --------------------------------- Pain, thrusting, jagged, splintering pain. Pain in my head, in my back, in my stomach and my heart. When will this stop.
I am so cold As cold as ice Since I saw you walk away I cannot stand this loveless day. A hole as big as darkness, as wide as the new day. Since you walked away.
This is one I wrote for jubilee. It is highlighting what jubilee should be about. Look it up. You can read more about in Leviticus. 25:10 to 25:15, or ignore it as I know some might.
I am a shadow of my former self, Thanks to that ruddy Elf. Now I am sElf centred with no sElf control. If only I had been taken by a Troll. To break his spell I am told, I need to be so very bold.
First love or first lust It matters not, She is still resigned to imagery not forgot. To feast upon and linger when your loins are old. To fumble in the lonely night to chase away the cold.
Ok. so this is who I am, Not who I am not. I,m not Will-I am, I'm not Jessie J, I'm not bisexual, And I'm not Gay.
It's Wednesday. Ok not a great day for you i know. But for me, for me it's Letting me go. For releasing the animal within so I can siiiiiiing. I don't care if it's a row cause it's my time to meow.
The world goes by, Pain, suffering, persecution, life and death. It matters not to this spinning top of life, It is there to revolve and revolve it does. Sunrise after sunrise.
Oh sweet lord, look down upon me this night and set me free from the angst and turmoil in my life.
I have set a place before you, A place where we may share. Please join me at my table, And let me show you that I care. This bread I break with you today, Let its fragrant memory never cease.
Pre-op Hospitals. They never used to bother me, I could quite easily visit without any fear.
For those with or without faith and that may be going through a difficult period in their lives. Shalom ……………………………… Close your eyes and pour your heart into prayer.
An ant was sauntering along the top of a cornflake packet looking for his next meal when all of a sudden Wooooooosh. An earwig races past him at supersonic spread.
"Daddy I love you so, could I have a sweetie". "Daddy I love you lots, could I have a puppy". "Daddy you know I love you - ooooh. Those shoes are lovely aren't they".
Have you ever felt the peace of christ . It is the fresh mountain breeze that cleanses my soul. It is the whisper touch of a butterfly caressing gently around my heart.
Away, away I am going today, away. Away. So far. From all the dreams I dreamed. And the stuff i have in my life. Far from The kids, the home and my pretty little wife.
Oh so plump, soft and So inviting too. Nothing caresses my old bones quite like you. I love a long weekend, a lazy snooze and slouch. On you my warm and faithful, little comfy couch..
A girl named Annette I befriended I gave her so much but offended, I thought she was great Til the sausage on plate, A vegan she was, Now it's ended!.