he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and
The way the wind blows Outside the air is fresh, its best to breathe like the rest, to rest, for what, they say only the good are young,
By Stanley Collymore Don’t ask me to say or express in… that I don’t feel or want to be a… much that might alleviate the need… part to have me do so. For I can…
garbage at city bins they resemble my incompetence to be like others I stand out in appearance and I am like the trash
A ritual turned to a riptide, it pulled you from us. “This is not you, it’s not you” I would whisper, clutching my own hands in something of my own kind of prayer while you tore through...
Writing you a Poem Is like going home To where I belong In dull times of wrong And reshape my scene
Mortals we are A curse some would say Longing to be gods Life full of dismay Immortality and youth
Perhaps if you we’re born in a dif… You might not see the logic in the… Possibly you would justify slavery… Or find yourself a musical sheep-h… Just maybe you would encourage ide…
I dance but you don’t see I dance but you don’t feel I dance but you
Flowing waters can you taste the words? Swallow purple What does it taste like to you? Rising musical notes
Taking and exchanging is all we no… We leave the making to the greats And just strain to pay our dues What happened to creating? What happened to the tries?
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff’d with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes to rest his Crown, But Animals of slender size,
Paradoxically When you have a one-track mind Your body can go anywhere For your soul to accomplish anythi…
The greatest Gifts that Nature do… Can’t unassisted to Perfection gr… A scanty Fortune clips the Wings… And checks the Progress of a risi… Each dastard Vertue drags a Capti…
Just maybe You’ll understand that Playing these games They get you nowhere Open up your eyes lovely
What nobody can see the ghost on her knees sanity all twisted up heart torn out beneath. All that’s been suppressed
Mischievous rose from the rose-tre… Can I not bind thee nor hold thee… Can I not weave thee nor fold the… In with thy sisters to staying? Vain is my passion or praying,
I SAID to Life, ‘How comes it, With all this wealth in store, Of beauty, joy, and knowledge, Thy cry is still for more? ’Count all the years of striving
Nadie pierda la fe ni la esperanza en otra vida que será mejor; ésta fue la promesa del Señor, si en ésta nos ganamos su confianz… Debemos comportarnos con templanza…
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the rapid and leap the fall, Split at the rock and together aga…
HOLY Lord Jesus, Thou wilt sear… This lost piece of silver,—this tr… In casket or bosom, once of such s… Now lying under the dust of Thy f… Gentle Lord Jesus, Thou wilt mov…
Note to self I got me emploid, it’s a 9-5 in this bitch am Floyd, my doggy dint die earthworm toil, I got me a girl she ain’t from soil, am feeding 5000 niggaz with annointing oil, the ...
Over the flat slopes of St Eloi A wide wall of sand bags. Night, In the silence desultory men Pottering over small fires, cleani…
HEART Floats like a butterfly but no sting like a bee her love knocked me out no Muhammad Ali she was just a dream till she appeared next me beauty so magnificent birds start to sing. B...
Fuelled by pizza, cake and Karoake,Song twisters Crashing my bike, I needed a bett… with these stand out ears There was a sudden froideur, a bot…
By Stanley Collymore Can I seduce you? I only ask beca… I’ve some time to kill and, for th… life of me, can’t really think of how I can otherwise
Sentimos cargar morrales de incert… que inclina nuestra mente y forma… ¡Penas, miedos! Con morral cargado, bolsillos llen… dejando los ojos alicaídos
As I lay here thinking of the dar… That have come forth from the dark… Better plans in the past so I cam… Of the person I once was. I found… Looked into your eyes. You were a…
Beside the pounding cataracts Of midnight streams unknown to us ’Tis builded in the leafless tract… And valleys huge of Tartarus. Lurid and lofty and vast it seems;
In three months she will expire, body grows sour by the hour, mortality is a lame concept, Never have I been more scared of… inept are the holidays