Gentle soul, fear-derailed, cruel projections speak, driving away his best friend love; Brave now.
By Stanley Collymore We, emphatically states Michael Smith, significantly and quite obviously meaning whites like him, unquestionably distincti…
The thoughts in my head They come out in a weird way The start in my mind Filter through my heart and pass t… But the question is
i’m not entirely sure i’m alive, s… saying that makes me seem crazy or… maybe i am, maybe it matters, but i don’t really think it does. you have your hands on my thigh.
You’re broken, defeated by the ele… A smile is hinted on your face, you always try to please others, b… Hate takes over when love is repla… You step through valleys of havoc…
Oh make not light of love, my lady… For, from that sweetest source dot… All that is likest heaven on earth… Ill it beseems who worthiest love… To scoff at their own worship;—if…
The sun goes down and the moon com… This is my time, watch me thrive. No matter what life throws, in thi… Into the unknown, head first I wi… In the light I’m blind but the da…
Every single day is a gift. When you get the chance to help so… never let it slip. Let your ship float until it event… Their is a chain of commands, but…
I drive through each forgotten str… Where the daily trash upon the cit… And mark on every body I meet Marks of violence, marks of chroni… In every defiant act of every Man…
Public enemy number one. Everywhere I go someone tries to… Sit here, do this, don’t do that,… Critque how I live, my choices an… But sit and line up to watch me ev…
When the lights go out And it’s as black as ink Does your imagination wonder? Does it make you think? Of ghosts an ghouls
After the years of that and that and Goddamn bloody well that, he rose again. His skeletal frame and sparse hair
She dances like a meadow of flowers in the wind with no music, she looks flawless without effort, in her white dress with rose petals on it and her bangs dripped in the most beautiful c...
Deep in the moving depths Of yellow wine, I swore I’d drown your face, O love of mine; All clad in yellow hue,
I catch myself, During monotonous chores, Thinking of you, dear, And that smile I adore. I can’t help myself,
I’ve got a trigger for a mind I’ve got a gun for a heart No matter which way I turn I’m finished before I even start What’s left of me once I implode
Sometimes I wonder If I’m worth it all Even while I’m standing tall Holding my head high, keeping my c… While hiding this life that seems…
What is this world coming to? We… Who are we in this world? We need… Stop trying to impress everyone, j… Go to college, get a job, make som… Only you can judge you, no one els…
The joy we share draws a lovely smile on your face. I always tebd to stare when your dimples force me to gaze… It’s a pity our minds differ.
Idle I am, if it be idleness To chirp and warble in this way to… Flinging a thread of slenderest me… Slight as the gossamer’s far-float… Yet even that film the morning dew…
You see Anger begins with sin that we all hold within. Emotions with a grin pins losses never wins. Concealing within bins what we hold up and in. What i lend is in our minds within sel...
Soiled by crimes of other lovers… in love anymore - but, when I’m wi… I lose myself to long sips from yo… hazel moons, that feast on me inte… nourish in gentle fingers that pus…
Five months ago the stream did flo… The lilies bloomed within the sedg… And we were lingering to and fro, Where none will track thee in this… Along the stream, beside the hedge…
By Stanley Collymore A measured tread of footsteps on the stairs, metal caps pounding on… stone floor: ominous echoes resoun… alarmingly, quickening the pensive…
Beyond the stillness lies beauty. Something that human eyes cannot comprehend.
Art is in my soul, a flame that bu… A canvas of colors, a world of pur… A symphony of emotions, a dance of… A vision of beauty that sets my so… It’s in the brushstrokes, the line…
I desire to know every fold of you… every mark on your face, the smell of your breath, the place you feel home, the people that made you.
you know you aren’t in good spirit… if bending your unlimited metro ma… but a moment a go you were appreci… and thinking about a wonder guy. now not even the smell of pie coul…
Relentless Time! destroying Pow’r Whom Stone and Brass obey, Who giv’st to ev’ry flying Hour To work some new Decay; Unheard, unheeded, and unseen,
Air—"Perhaps" Some enterprising people, In our cities and towns, Have gone to organizing clubs Of men that’s fallen down;