Pase por historias tristes y felic… Cosechando experiencias y ejercita… Frío sin perder la sonrisa cuando… Te conocí y sin darme cuenta me fu… Ahora los momentos libres en mi an…
As I sit and watch, the water rip… Though, I try, to forget, the mem… Life, brought me, to this place;ye… As, the water, ripples across, the… Ice, forms, along the edge;as piec…
Today I’d like to be a nun And go and say My rosary beneath the trees out th… In this shy sun
doesn’t matter if your his girlfri… I’ll always be the taste on his li… the hands on his hips the tears on his lids the jump when he skips
By Stanley Collymore Just bear in mind the next time yo… angrily point the finger of blame… whom you disapprove of that three… fingers on that same hand are also
I only know how to write about hea… I’ve never known anything other th… I am an expert on setting my own h… I dig my own graves every chance t… I let boys dig their filthy hearts…
When you’re muffled to the chin an… You wear flannel next the skin and ‘Spite of all, the frost creeps in… Gets you, Winter’s nearly due; And, in snuffling citizens, a
Smoked out like a cigaret grab on… Cant stand all the weight i take i… Ash is my great escape loud screa… I need circulation i hate the sens…
Yes, I got another Johnny; but he… As a Satyr to Hyperion, as a rush… He was lazy, he was cheeky, he was… But he had a single virtue, and it… Now those who say the bush is dull…
Will I forever live in agony because no one can any longer hear… you see the pain in my eyes yet it is me you still despise don’t you see my heart is burning
My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.
Higher and higher she flies Hung on such sinister skies And all on her own Not a single word does she say She quietly stares at us play
I feel foreign in parts of me that are the same you spin me under your gaze and I swear I feel
Child! do not throw this book abou… Refrain from the unholy pleasure Of cutting all the pictures out! Preserve it as your chiefest treas… Child, have you never heard it sai…
how can love turn to pure hate why the hell did i leave it so lat… every slap kick and punch i should of gone with my little hu… every week one by one
Our river runs deep but it trickle… My river has expanded but it’s lik… Sometimes we are inhibited simply… Please, take the chance on your li… Know that you won’t always be prep…
In the evening we came back Into our yellow room, For a moment taken aback To find the light left on, Falling on silent flowers,
I love Florida. Yes, I do. It’s warm beaches and sunshine too… I love Florida. Yes, indeed. It’s hot, steaming weather and it’… You have San Francisco and its be…
To lay claim to love you do not ow… To wish to have something that’s n… Waiting ...... within time that se… Reliving each moment within the sw…
Aw, chuck the mail bags over there… It’s great to have 'em brought by… But, now they’re here, just sling… Out anywhere, upon the ground. I’ll pick 'em up an’ make full spe…
By Stanley Collymore Two obviously very much in love with each other people, living their best lives together; and yet you speciou, thoroughly vi…
Haven’t you heard! There is srength by numbers My family has been torn for years… What reasons, I wondered. Now we are like strangers.
There’s so much I need to say.. Like how much I want you to stay.… There’s too much on my mind And I’m running out of time.. I can’t tell you all in words how…
By Stanley Collymore When one solemnly promises loyalty… to do so, but what in reality they… clandestinely deceitfully and cont… is the worst kind of treachery the…
People, sometimes, feel blue;and a… Yet all, the rainbow’s colors;live… If, you look, at your life;what co… A color, that is bright;or one, da… I see, purple, on your body;I see…
as if the razor couldn’t cut or the rose had no smell, but your nose was dripping and a tissue was not in reach of the umbrella that
When you fall down, And feel like your alone, Put on a big smile, The “one” is still unknown, That smile can change a life,
I’ve lived a long hard life, full of love, pain, passion and st… But so has my fellow man, with his own set of demons, Each having their own brand.
Removed from you’re body, Your limbs and your head, This is the life of the walking de… Separated from your life, Unable to live twice,
whére is my life? Iz it under Freudian microscopes Or fine linèn sheets? Iz it above cumulonîmbûs cloüds Or packed into social trøpes?