moderndayhero
This ship is sailing to a new destination, where happiness reigns across the sea plane. It's hull slightly damaged and it's sails are in tatters, but new surroundings are the only thing that matters. For its weathered many a storm and pro…
Happiness is a way of travel, not a destination.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, I'm beginning to think I'm glad I reformed. I cannot bear the cold shoulder you give, especially when my mind feels like a sieve. I'll never drink again is the famous line, can't believe I polished …
Come sit with me and let's talk for a while, Emotions flow free I'll make you smile. Just be yourself and let down your guard, See I told you, it isn't that hard. Let me into your mind and allow me to find, That little spark that sets …
I suppose I am a writer But not with paper and ink I like to use my iPhone But it makes it harder to think Unwelcome distractions In the shape of texts and calls But if I wrote on paper I couldn't delete my scrawls Its not often that i…
It's midnight, and my mood is blue How did it come to this It cannot be true My dearest cousin how didn't we see the signs We blame ourselves as we look at the shrine You look so different your face feels so cold Your father, my uncle …
Little johnny was from a hardworking family. Of his three brothers and four sisters, he was the youngest. The family had arrived in London after leaving Dublin in search of work. Then johnny was born. Johnny's dad was a plumber. He worked e…
Thanks again to everyone who submitted a piece for the 'cosmic latte' colour challenge. It's with great pleasure that I reveal; 1st place goes to....... @Fly10 for her sultry poem 'Body of Colour' 2nd place goes to..... @eddie12309 for he…
Many thanks to @Fly10 for choosing my untitled poem about old gold. Well done to all the other entrants there's been some truly great pieces. The next colour is: Cosmic Latte Don't forget to include #colourchallenge and tag me in the com…
Thoughts are swirling around my head Better to be written than to be said For tones and language can interpret me wrong And people might not dance to my song Potential opuss where have you gone I started you but you were not the one …
Would I sell my soul for a bit of old gold? Mankinds' most sought after metal for all to behold Through years back in time the rich and divine Have murdered the masses to protect their shrine But o how it shines it's blinding my eyes if I c…
You don't measure a man by how many times he gets knocked down, but by the ways in which he rises back to his feet.
The loudest man in the room, is the weakest man in the room
What did the chicken say to the duck who was about to cross the road? "Don't do it, you'll never hear the end of it".
So how does it feel to know its real? Waking up and being near, Dispels any doubts and feelings of fear. The warmth of your body puts me at ease, Like the open window's morning breeze. The sound of our son in the other room, Somehow remin…