Memories become our trail of crumb… That lead us back to events or thi… At times the trail spans many mile… To that place that tomorrow brings… Little things can show a path,
Blind keepers, mind readers, throw them in the pod. Make them think they have a way to see through all the fog.
By Stanley Collymore Your concept of love is different… you there’s no realization that un… civilized standards of behaviour a… any meaningful relationship let al…
Beside a Dial in the leafy close, Where every bush was burning with… With million roses falling flake b… Upon the lawn in fading summer sno… I read the Persian Poet’s rhyme o…
Bouquet said: “My floral ring The homage of a heart encloses, Whose thoughts to you go worshippi… In perfume from my blushing roses.… Bracelet said: “My rubies red,
We’re all woods and deserts, the hot and the cold, The high and the low, the meek and the bold, The cruel and the kind,
I am a companion of the blazing fi… I collect the wood and kindling I… I set light to my sacred fire with… And feel the flames heat up my blo… I take a twig, ignite it to light…
Cinco gatos en una bolsa, cinco en la losa, cinco en la fosa. En el agua cinco, sin el aire cinco.
Pull me more and more into your vo… Do you see the sweat I’m giving y… Does personality survive? Are we you, we are you I ripped everything off for you
Deeper into the corner And more hollow still Soft whispers ripping my skin Oh all the dirty things within Beautiful light not for touch
Think’st thou to seduce me then wi… Parrots so can learn to prate, our… Nurses teach their children so abo… Learn to speak first, then to woo;… He that courts us, wanting art, so…
only one more shade of eye shadow and the white lily pin in the hair she’ll walk in beauty like the sun… the love in her aspect and her eye… tenders the light like heaven abov…
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes
We watch it take the life We watch it grow We watch it shrink We sleep with it We wake up with it
I feel so alone in this lonely gar… My best friends are a razorblade a… I stare at this beautiful crimson… It glares back at me like I’m wor… I gaze through the petals of the s…
I have climbed blind the way down… (How faint the phosphorescence of… On nights when not a light showed… And nothing marked the line of sky… Only the beating of the heart defi…
What a brutal sun that assaults th… Where cacti and mescals dare to ab… Here and there, dozens of petrogly… Decorating the canyon may be espie… In large nesting circles neatly dr…
In replying to this toast, we have… in the first rank. His mind was so… plowing a daisy under, as evinced… ‘ Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow… Thou’st met me in an evil hour,
Do you ever sit and dwell on thoug… of your old, unrewarding crushes? They’re always the world at first,… their personalities begin to decay… And sadly, I still believe
And my friends tell me no Shak you’re too good to wanna care less you’re too good to give back but i got the heart of a lion id rip you to pieces but at the sa…
When we spend crazy nights togethe… All I really want to do is hold h… Don’t need another girl to make me… Just her and me, I wish we could fall asleep in eac…
My love breathes as she sleeps on… half her body pressed into half of… my soul holds its breath, listenin… “I love you” she says but no words can tell the story
By Stanley Collymore It’s neither a duty nor is it obli… love, live with someone or have ch… to the typical intelligent person… are actions that are entirely volu…
‘_And that a reply be received bef… _British Ultimatum_. Their Day was at twelve of the ni… When the graves give up their dead… And still, from the City, no ligh…
Tower tower o virgin, will thou st marry thee… will you leave me never. forsake me not, for another.
Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,
You’re beautiful. I stare into the sky at you as peo… They run from you, but, why? Why run from the culmination of al… I feel your cleansing strength tug…
The lingering drops of rain that f… The gentle patter, nearly mesmeriz…
Walking through the cold and dark, As it slowly starts to rain, It seems I hold the illusion, That water washes pain, The limbs go numb from the cold,
You sit here & all you see is pain… Who knew it surfaced through diffe… Women bounded by a decision of whi… You see them all, So beautiful straight out mixed cu…