He said, “Goodbye to the world, w… I’ve nothing left of me so no poin… With every breath he took, His chest and shoulders shook. No one knew his sorrows,
By Stanley Collymore Yes! I am a young woman of 27 but… it’s quite obvious to me that many… think that you know me can’t see,… believe or even willing to accept…
Cusp child, wild child, cry child,… Sing child, breathe child, live ch… Eat from my hand child, bow to my… Wild child, why child? Live with… Super—fast cars with beats in thei…
It is all my fault I was just told this There is no denying that I am an… I know I am and i want to change But i don’t know how
You speak to me Like I am nothing Like I am invisible I wish you saw me And saw me as a
By Stanley Collymore I’ve no idea what it is that you t… want of me, or for that matter wha… really going on inside your head; as both situations are ongoing
The cursor flickered tauntingly Softly as a flame And the rain that pittered on the… Was none-the-less to blame For it drew the eyes and with the…
Here I am in the valley. The valley with dead bones. Looking to the hills From which my help comes from God, You said yeah though I walk…
By Stanley Collymore, No one: either an adult or a child… the entitled right within a store, supermarket or basically anywhere else for that matter to s…
help... i’m broken and all i want is to be… i don’t wanna get bad again. help, it’s happening,
Where is my daddy? daddy where you been I’ve been looking for you what made you just up leave the me, I quickly look for you . why daddy why my tears has been building up and it’s tryi...
A bully used to be the kid who alw… He’d get up in our faces, shake hi… He would run after us at recess ye… We’d run terrified & screaming, ne… Always lurking around in the shado…
I’m hurting in pain But i cannot say why It’s not physical pain It’s Emotional I fear rejection
you’re pink like cotton candy you’re rotting all my teeth you’re the sweetest fairy floss i’m a puddle at your feet This i want you to know dear
Touch my face I crave you now kiss my lips only you know how you give me love
puddle of strawberry slushy fell d…
If a Black-hole were a drain Its exit could spew rain; The rain being things it consumed. Look, another universe has bloomed… D. Thurmond/JEF
Poems, poems, are everywhere On the ground and in your hair 'Cause that’s true, there’s some t… Use on up and I won’t care Read them out; don’t despair
they haunted her like the hands that held her they never let her go mind body and soul she never stood a chance
Here’s a little bat flying towards… here’s a larger one, disappearing before he can really… A parrot like an arrow in another… the map I don’t know.
You have said it was all a lie, Then why am I still here, If none of what we said was true, Do these words mean I don’t care, Does this mountain of paper pages,
Where do we start, where do we end? When are we loved? When are we not? Who is our family? Who is not? What makes a family? What makes it not? My head spins and spins around and around...
Love is like a gentle, elegant, Red rose. It’s mysterious and beautiful. Wh… No one knows. Every rose has a gardener
I want to change the world, I want to do good to people, But! Oh God why taking first step… I trust my talent, but I fail to… I trust my performance, but I fee…
By Stanley Collymore How could Martin Bashir or the BBC likely have been remotely responsible re the willing actions of an
You are sitting in a sea of doubts and they will not solve themselves, there are millions of people in this world who look at you, there is so much data in everything you do that most o...
I remember just the small village… Mom and Dad we were so unhappy bu… There was no love and for what rea… I struggled though life confused a… Some say confused and some say smo…
May Day but no maypole here trees cut down as soon as they hav… like young virgins unfrocked ravaged destroyed
By Stanley Collymore I woke up in the middle of the nig… what a dreadful fright, and earnes… on earth was going on. For I’d ea… dream that Jeremy Corbyn was arre…
I like the look of autumn leaves On cold wintery steps Fragile in their beauty. Wilting in their vulnerability Easy to crush if not careful.