Riding on the train From Benfleet To London On a peaceful ride Then the
Another fight. Another yelling match. More endless useless screaming Driving me closer to insanity. While my brother goes out to escap…
What will you find inside my mind? My thoughts can never be bought. My dreams are like moonbeams. They glow really bright. Being a mommy should’nt be a fight…
There are feathers all over the fl… Their wings fell long before. Will it be worth continuing in thi… Everyone wants even more. I see the clouds more distant;
NOW the earth in fields and hills Stirs with pulses of the Spring, Next-embowering hedges ring With interminable trills; Sunlight runs a race with rain,
Be aisy an’ list to a chune That’s sung of bowld Tim the Drag… Sure, ’twas he’d niver miss To be stalin’ a kiss, Or a brace, by the light of the mo…
Everyday is a challenge when there… It feels like you are missing a pi… Like you’re broken. Like the part that holds you toget… and has left through the scars on…
Oh, Angel, what more can I say? It hurts to hear you talking this… You’re feeling you aren’t good eno… Cause you can’t give me what you w… It’s wrong for you to do this.
Follow me mirror! Are you in there? Do you still exist? I’m looking into your eyes But no trace of you lies
NOW ponder well, you parents dear… These words which I shall write; A doleful story you shall hear, In time brought forth to light. A gentleman of good account
I met her one night in a moment th… She captured and trapped me in a p… The past fades and memories die, dreaming of her as the days go by. This pure romantic and distant lov…
Aimless ways of aimless people shuffling into place until the last bell tolls ... I was there for all the wrong reas… ( where exactly I’m unsure )
they roam the night and they’re out of sight you can’t even see them with light they walk in the park in the dusk and the dark
Lost i was in this wrong path you… here is nothing, meaningless, deep… i hid behind my shadow’s shadow i am terrified for people’s reacti… descriminations, wrong judgement,…
By Stanley Collymore People, who are most decidedly happy and quite contented too to undoubtedly, readily do the bidding, clearly whatever that act…
Don’t write to state your opinion. To simply be heard. Don’t write to respond or react. Write as if your life depended on… After all, these aren’t words on t…
Never lookin for what I know I do… But for sum reason I can’t go bac… To a simpler place.... Before you… When I didn’t feel these feelings… Now it’s too late and I sit here…
On a stormy summer’s eve;with the… Standing in a sea of ferns;amid a… Looking at a cabin scene;full of g… What about the memories;that come… As the leaves above your head;beco…
U wake up to the sound of clocks ticking Tick tock tick tock To the sound of birds singing Tweet tweet
Have you accounted for the ones you loved......love....will be loving. The various forms.....revelations......realizations....they all puzzle me. I have come to understand that my heart...
Sitting in this room With this pen and this pad Tears in my eyes And my feeling all sad The life of the party
Nay, Mr Speaker, let the ideal st… The picture that voters have in mi… Of Solons in debate far leagues a… Deep in the problems of poor human… Here where the Cotter wends by ve…
All I’ve seen and all I’ve known Won’t replace what I’ve been told Swept off my feet, beset my soul I fell from grace, cast in the col… Castigated and compromised
Loneliness One word to explain a series of em… Filling you up like you fill a cup… Slowly drowning in agony You never understood the reason to…
By Stanley Collymore It’s not love of but simply lust f… concerned with, and even though wi… I could have forgiven you for that… physically and emotionally as I am…
do you know how amazing it is to b… there has never been a limit for y… the entire universe is in your han… you as a person, daughter, a siste… my sister, is so effortlessly amaz…
GREEN o’er the copses spring’s s… High wave the reeds in the transpa… The oak its sear and sallow foliag… From their moss’d cradles start it… Pale as the tranquil tide of summe…
By Stanley Collymore It wasn’t my intention to fall in… anyone else come to that, and alth… sound conceited or even disrespect… mention it, it wasn’t at all what…
My bones are made of love, but my bones are not fragile. My bones chill my soul with sharp… but my bones are not evil. Me and my bones are transparent
Love is a game, a journey of sorts… a search for the one who is right. And of all the seekers, just what… are not all just travelers at nigh… For it seems in darkness they sear…