Got circles in my mind, but words don’t help me find, so I stare at the world to watch i… Got circles in my mind, in the pond of space and time
We wander through life feeling use… We act as if we have someone to im… We lose sight of things in our lif… It hurts more than a stab of a kni… Most of the time we don’t know wha…
Life is either A whole lotta nothing Or a whole lotta love Nothing could be easier than love Then again
Waking up, Quickly felt That you told me something, deeply As I slept Please, do exactly what is best fo…
you look at me like maybe i’m magi… and now i’m unafraid of feeling fu… your sitting room– that suntrap of… nonchalance and breakfast spreads… bugbear that comes unstuck the sec…
The pain I feel, Confusing. I can feel it, Coursing through. I can feel it.
Depression is a never-ending battle, when one battle ends another begins. The strongest fight these battles all the time, often alone; rather by choice for fear of being a burden to oth...
Out of the forest, panther, come, Silken, supple, silent, lone– Out of the forest, drooped with ni… To your delight. Under bloom and over stone,
How can he write of sunny, joyful… When sadness weighs heavily on his… How can he think of uplifting rhym… When they’re several thousand mile… His words are flat; and his lines…
I feel like writing once again, It’s been so long, where to begin? My Life has crashed before my eye… I see myself laying down to die. Something familiar I knew so long
Lord give me the strength to believe in you or that I dont puke myself Both is fine to me
By Stanley Collymore It’s quite ridiculous, futile and likewise counterproductive to basically spend one’s time simply regretting something w…
If I put all this time together It won’t make an hour That I was happy in here I tried so hard this Saturday I’ve crying 5 hours
He could have come to rule the wor… he should have been a king. He could have had all that he want… but then what would it bring? For he knew who he was and also
I return to you your crumbs of lov… For I can no longer bear the pain Of holding onto something that’s n… My heart is heavy with this refrai… I gave my all, but it was not reci…
By Stanley Collymore In a coma, dead, alive and kicking… it’s all the same to me regarding this evilly vile, quite verminous, odious, white racist Karen, obsess…
Como selva tropical, nos incendiam… Nuestras llamas arden, el dolor re… El calor abrasador, un infierno cr… Consumiendo todo, hasta el último… Las hojas crujen, el humo se alza,
Sweet crickets, the tune You’re playing tempts me to sleep. By your tune, I will drift off Better to a place dark and deep. The low moon and toads
My love you are a butterfly. Beautiful, rare, and hard to catch… But catch I never did, You latched onto my shoulder when… Something so beautiful,
I can’t hold your hand anymore lit… Fly my little angel and fly up abo… I can’t protect you for the rest o… The greed and anger that dissipate… Drink up your milk little one and…
I’m not that smart. I can’t figure out what a real A… I can’t be near her but I can onl… I am not happy cuz I don’t want a… I love drinking my apple juice in…
You can take away my big lavish ho… You can take away my insurance bil… You can take away my car. You can take away my butler. You can take away my clothes so I…
In the realm of timeless love stories, there exists a tale that transcends the boundaries of life and death. It is the story of an elderly woman, a knight, and their undying love. This ...
For years I sojourned as a humble… Hanging all my hopes On one day emerging as a brilliant… For my moment in the sun Inching ever forward towards the s…
To see is to feel, Everything once more. Every sad, Every happy, Every small,
My brain short circuits a lot. Sometimes I forget things, And I’m slowly starting to think… Leaving pieces of myself wherever… A trail that won’t lead anywhere,
In the realm of love’s embrace, Where hearts entwine with tender g… There blooms a flower, pure and br… A virginal soul, a beacon of light… Oh, you, the epitome of grace,
We have tendencies to be self destructive and it was only ever our fault, yours and mine and we were never okay.
My eyes open slowly The sunlight caressed my cheek tel… The yellow sun shining as happily… The clouds fluffy like cotton And the wind blowing my hair towar…
it’s a still monday morning a yellow bellied sapsucker gently plucks from the bird feeder in the tree that hangs over the deck