water my mind with the demons inside colour my life think about me dispite the troubles that we face
A near the dying of that royal day Those amber-vested hills began to… And soon a lofty Pharos, gleaming… Upon its isle set darkly in the li… Beckoned us onward to the spacious…
Commitment unanchored, floating un… Love forever escaping, like I’m d… Immersed in excuses, Emoting moti… Bound by fears of thoughts From t… No Tredding but sinking into self…
When the spring mornings grew more… early I woke from dream that told of dreaded parting and the cold of the gray dawns when I should lo… to see once more that clear light…
Tears stand watch like guardians, Leaving a trail wherever they touc… A salty drop of conscience, For to little or to much, It’s said they wash our fears away…
Like a stream of azure Your words run through my mind. So cool and swift and sharp and sw… And cruel, but not unkind. And the stream began to swell
I met a proper woman in a proper p… on a Monday in Peoria. I was take… she looked like Jackie after Dall… but without the pillbox hat. She was from New York and I was…
Apologize for being born, for claw… For having been conceived – not ti… Apologize for every step, for ever… For every cough and every hurt, fo… Apologize for all desires, for eve…
All I can do is sit and stare Thinking of all the things that ar… So cold and empty, left so hollow Still can’t understand, too hard t… I really believe your coming back
bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest
Why live if you don’t feel alive She is doing everything just to st… There’s no point in living She keeps giving and giving Until she officially has nothing
When the afternoon dies the sun co… The closed corollas of the flowers… While a bunch of clouds travels in… In the waters of St-Lawrence Riv… Far away, the lighthouse sends its…
… Why do we people like to get even? Why do we always run for a weapon? Why do we take sh*t so personal, and take the life of another indiv…
By Stanley Collymore Your humanity, inspirational leade… and sympathetic alliance with the… the persistently marginalized, unw… outcast, the intentionally made po…
Not for themselves did human kind Contrive the parts by heaven assig… On life’s wide scene to play: Not Scipio’s force, nor Cæsar’s s… Can conquer glory’s arduous hill,
I’m sorry for things being the way they are . I’m sorry thing I said out of anger and lie about for things I couldn’t do make come tire sorry for not being there at ur side I’m sorry fo...
Christmas seems just another day, Since I fell in love with you, And the only gift I wish to have, Is my dreams of you to come true, Each year as time passes by,
“I thank my god for brother wind,” So prayed St. Francis long ago In words of simple, joyous praise, That fill my heart with sudden glo… As-braced by winter’s icy draught–
Around th’ adjoining brook, that p… The vocal grove, now fretting o’er… Now scarcely moving through a reed… Now starting to a sudden stream, a… Gently diffused into a limpid plai…
It seems as if love is astray Missed its target and the conseque… Cupids last arrow shot and missed Leaving us alone and pissed A world with no love just consumed…
By Stanley Collymore I could tell you were a man of cul… And good breeding - the Perfect Gentleman - from the way you Slipped your condom on
Translated. Senec. Traged. ex Thyeste Chor.2… Stet quicunque volet potens Aulae culmine lubrico &c. Climb at Court for me that will
When my neighbor told me over the fence a month ago the doctor said she had two years to live,
A place that I can go and forget… A place where I can escape from a… A place where my dreams become rea… A place where there are only happy… My happy place is a place between…
.It would if these cheap tricks you’ve heard a hun-d-red .Sustained. And you’re still too coy in front of your boy .Just how you use the same affordable gimmicks I do, but when you use ...
Our manlier spirits hear and will… The Word YOU waft Australia o’e… ‘Be true, be brave, be merciful, b… Not you, who, braggart, sent this… Of hell-ships vomiting their Will…
Lost in the emptiness I ran towar… No branches to grab hold of, misty… I was searching for it and lonely… I can sleep serenely here. I can…
The sky has darkness The dawn not nearing I fear the twilight And what is near me The flower did it move
Over you, over you, over, I hang like a wave, like a lover, Like a scimitar edged with hate; Too heavy with grief to be straigh… And far,
You give You take You jump You push You run