Fledgling poet
Each morning on Monday. Sitting in metal, fast, on rails. He travels on southwards. Snow, heat, floods or gails. Fitness measured and counted. Our steps, moves, calories. We slug through the day long.
The walls are white They smile at me The bricks and mortar Are fancy free The nooks and crannies The interest mine The roof and floors My house divine.
When I was a kid. I hated that. No one understood. Not where I was at. When I was young. Was all alone. Slept in a bed. And called it home. And now I'm older. My money's safe. My home's my own.
The box is clear where I once was. Possessions wrapped in candy floss. Memories gone, though some remain. In walls and boxes, in some a frame. It's silent here in this lifeless shell.
It's fantastic when we make love And your cuddles and divine I love to chat and talk to you And know that you are mine....
One, two Two hearts, they grew Three, four Needing much more Five, six One or two mental pics Seven, eight Another perfect date Nine, ten To see you again Eleven, twelve When we are ourselves..
Your touch So much Our need To feed Our love Above With me Eternity.
No one can compare To my love, we are a pair Perfection in one spot We should be together in a shot But time gets in the way I'm talking years and not a day Future situations, will they be You...
18 hours of fear and pain 18 hours till someone came Promises of love that turned to dust Violence and pain, the bubble burst Threatened with knives, stick, scissors and gun Pushed and pulled,...
A small child, young, naive, she dreams and she hopes Her parents will protect , but she barely copes As Dad gets drunk and angry, he'll be violent once more He comes home late, drives the car...
A circle. And another. Two circles touch. A brother. A circle. And one more. Much complicated. Than before. Many circles. In our world. Encompassed. And unfurled. One circle. Spinning slow.
Punch, beat, push, kick Knife, scissors, fist, stick Shock, guilt, hurt, sick Me, girls, safe, nick.
Your piercing eyes They hypnotise Me They tell a story Untold Your guard is down No more the clown You Fear and longing Belonging Locked together Cannot pull back Us One day...
When did it start. This life, twined these roots. When was the age. At which point the fruits. Time standing still. What memories may. History and ages. One blink lasts a day. Fashions and trends.
When did it start. This life, twined these roots. When was the age. At which point the fruits. Time standing still. What memories may. History and ages. One blink lasts a day. Fashions and trends.
The tingling feeling When you touch my skin I look up to your face See your beaming grin The warmth of your breath Your kisses divine oh where have you been. My beautiful sunshine.
Round and round Circular motion Up and down Waves on the ocean Where will I stop When will it be How will I become A better me?.