TO THE LADIES Hard is my stem and dry, no root i… To draw nutritious juices from the… Yet of your ivory fingers’ magic t… The quickening power and strange e…
I wanna be your best kept secret I wanna be your worst mistake The one regret You can’t forget Cause I know
If you could feel what I feel If you could taste the drought Then come to me to heal Flowers that turned to hout
Every time I want to talk to you I lose all the words... But do we really need them? ©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2013
When the ground gives way to empty… and Earth has finally been erased I like to think we’ll be all right because we planned an early flight… I hope we’ll all be ready to lose
Invisible waves of movement Maneuver through the honeycomb in… My corpse hypnotized by the chill As I lay on my callous bed I drift through the bleached white…
Baby-face: Your ugly perfect face Is smiling straight at me A light your face erased It gave me courage
By Stanley Collymore Systematically and sexually abused… your equally detestable friends an… humiliation absolutely and heartle… mercy and likewise in your brutal…
If the sands of time that I have spent in tears were poured on me I would be crushed in a single moment.
When you leave Come find me. My soul will be here Watching the stars collide Dismembered and thrown a strew
Yeats died Saturday in France. Freedom from his animal Has come at last in alien Nice, His heart beat separate from his w… He knows at last the old abyss
I wish, I could steal, us both aw… But maybe, my mismanagement, gave… And if, the outside world, goes by… And does this constant, nagging dr… For my effort, is something small,…
Have you ever met your higher self… It is a being that can’t be touche… A being that is fulled with a forc… you have reached God like tendency… That is lead by the force of fire,…
Watching and waiting the calm before the storm while you’re anticipating a grim horrific war A spark induces fire the gasoline is poured the flames are getting higher as you pick up yo...
The name the Gallic exile bore, St. Malo! from thy ancient mart, Became upon our Western shore Greenleaf for Feuillevert. A name to hear in soft accord
I do not know where either of us c… Just at first, waking from the sle… I do not know how we can bear The river struck by the gold plumm… Or many trees shaken together in t…
O strong, upwelling prayers of fai… From inmost founts of life ye star… The spirit’s pulse, the vital brea… Of soul and heart! From pastoral toil, from traffic’s…
Fighting back. Freedom is a word im not very fami… I would just be taking a nap hed c… I would kick and struggle trying t… Physically he was stronger but men…
As we lay in each other arms tight And sleep peacefully every night The bond we share together Rise stronger While our connection goes deeper
I’d like to see the birds or at le… After waking early or late, real o… When they were all over my bedroom… And yet hummingbirds had their dri… Garden of another, erased my prese…
Thou, whose stern spirit loves the… That, borne on Terror’s desolatin… Shakes the high forest, or remorse… The shivered surge; when rising gr… Thy peaceful breast, hie to yon st…
Sitting on this chair as it rocks… As the time for winter has migrate… The cabins fireplace burns embers… As this blanket that i am wrapped… Whispers, two brides and two groom…
By Stanley Collymore Do you love me? Sorry to put you… like to know, for although you rec… of compliments and periodically te… much you like being with me you’ve…
Numbers, constant and consistent sometimes they are Irrational, pushing us to our utter limits and creating new experiences for u… no matter what we do
While you were gone, My childhood dog died. I wept for both of you, And I felt like a corpse. While you were gone,
And the Master in all His glory c… So that we may bless His name wit… It is not to be without much suffe… That we do these things in His na… For we are called to a higher purp…
I watched a love pass away, And I watched another run, And though the passion still survi… These days its just for one, As the memories keep me alive,
The throstle now in English lanes Bids Summer strew her dear deligh… But we, intent on cricket gains, Watch well our valiant willow knig… With eager eyes on cabled news,
and I’m sitting watching the Sunlight on the ground I feel different then when
There it goes again, Sometimes? often? I wish I could talk with my neigh… I miss them, I ache, like I’m missing every little loss…