Thoughts are flooding through my h… They are causing my mind to spin. I tell myself They’ll go away. But They only cause more dread. Thoughts are are Killing me from…
I love and cherish each one of you from the bottom of my heart, Always remember that I am here for you every single day. I will always be there to catch you if you start to fall, Our...
In the darkest night Who is going to fight To bring the light To make it bright This is the night
An old lane, an old gate, an old h… A wild wood, a wild brook they wil… In boyhood I knew them, and still… Down deep in my heart’s core I he… Through tear-mists behold them ben…
At this bus stop there is no sign Of ever a person being here. Verdant grass In a midway bedraggled ditch Slits the ribbon roads.
Feelings mislead the fallacies of love virtue cries for something
Gnobby the gnome sits toking on hi… He chuggs upon his pipe pondering… He’s a seeker of mystical arcane g… A wise adept of the secrets of jew… He tokes majaykal green gnosis in…
Boxed into my label-less jumper, Safely unlabeled inside my heart t… If I could only unbox my jumper, I wont be labeled another jumper.
What say the Bells of San Blas To the ships that southward pass From the harbor of Mazatlan? To them it is nothing more Than the sound of surf on the shor…
Your eyes play the game The one where you say my name Your lips promise a fire Wrapping up in desire You speak of the flower
Nothing is real so we are free, from this subsequent society. Eroding rocks, and nothing is free. But nature moves with you and me.
Ravenous, greedy, dark demons, You watch your prey from shadowed… In a manner most desperate, patien… Soft innocence; when it looks even… That they should stumble, your mou…
He asks me about you while I’m chewing a celery stalk. I shrug a little. I say I’m happy that you’re happy. My voice doesn’t shake. I sound professional and adult, like I peeled off all...
Where does Cinderella sleep? By far-off day-dream river. A secret place her burning Prince Decks, while his heart-strings qui… Homesick for our cinder world,
When my joy was a tad to joyful To your liking and your taste I remembered to stop smiling And I did so too with haste I would not show my elation
We’ve got to overcome and reign memba there’s sunshine after the r… caa mek worries drive you insane you hafi get up and fight thru the… Who seh life was gonna be easy
I walk the path less traveled. Small city right next to the big apple that will trap you. we all know that hasseling’s a hassle. Do what you have to, whether the scrap or the grapple. b...
By Stanley Collymore What is the purpose of bestowing… to define its meaning; carefully e… objective to the recipient of it,… why it is that you’re giving it? F…
She is most fair, And when they see her pass The poets’ ladies Look no more in the glass But after her.
You were perfect from the minute… You were different from all the ot… Flaws painted your portrait so bea… You always had so much to say. Sometimes you would really iratate…
DRAMATIS PERSONAE. ST. JOHN _a Presidential Candi… MCDONALD _a Defeated Aspirant… MRS. HAYES _an Ex-President_ PITTS-STEVENS _a Water Nymp…
This is right This is wrong This is new This is old This is skinny
with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them
Written at Penhurst, in Autumn 17… YE towers sublime! deserted now a… Ye woods! deep sighing to the holl… The musing wanderer loves to linge… While History points to all your…
Ah!..san diego!.....the city the gem tucked between mountain and sea where men of honor are made where strength is born in cultured people of immpeccable intent work is hard work is hon...
Yo Rich You make my clitoris twitch But since Tiddler went down there I have had an itch
Formulaic. Life. Reality as designed. Everything,
Welcome to my heart. I invite you to stay. Let this be a work of art. Am I being too cliché? Well, playing cat and mouse was fu…
On a background of pale gold I would trace with quaint design, Penciled fine, Brilliant-colored, Moorish scenes… Mosques and crescents, pages, quee…
Sitting alone in my room, Alone in the gathering gloom, Solitude in the rest of the tomb. While the drip, drip, drip of the… Like tears that are falling in vai…