When the clock hath ceased to tick Soul-like in the gloomy hall; When the latch no more doth click Tongue-like in the red peach-wall; When no more come sounds of play,
I looked toward the movie, the com… The he and she in close-ups, neare… And I accepted such things as the… The easy poise, the absence of the… The near summer happily ever after…
Ime Pleasd that Heaven hears my c… Regards me when I pray, Ime pleasd, & in a gratefull… Will worship every day. God heard my voice, & I escap…
Sorry the sun has set, The sound of the waves are more di… I’ve become as cold as winter. Too cold to listen. My eyes are shut,
There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do flo… There cherries grow which none may…
By Stanley Collymore Self-praise, it’s generally and ev… is one of life’s minor oddities, a… doesn’t easily or readily fit into… of conscientious objectivity or un…
Sweet Auburn! liveliest village o… Where Health and Slander welcome… Whence smiling innocence, its trib… Retires in terror, wounded and dis… Dear lovely bowers of gossip and d…
Have you ever tried to force yourself to go to sleep? Try to close your eyes but the tears make it hard. Crying because you can’t stop asking yourself what you did wrong? What could you...
Nothing is stronger than the girl… Just stands up, when she fall But never falls again and again That’s the nature, she adopts for… Make herself be strong for any dra…
choices none for free indfrence in love for value loss chaseing every truth
LIFE IS RIGHT WHEN YOU ARE IN HIGHT SCHOOL BUT JUST AFTER HIGH SCHOOL WITH NOT GOOD ENOUGH EFFORT TO MOVE AHEAD THINGS TURN TO BE COMPLICATED YOU MEET DIFFERENT SITUATIONS IT HURTS NOT...
If I let you go, You’ll float off like a red balloo… Out of my grip to go see the moon. One day I’ll have to say bye,
The funniest things in life aren’t… When you sit and dream that life w… It Will always be the end of the… You don’t get it and you never wil… I can’t stand that you pretend I…
I write these poems about what I’… dwelling in acid, my skin is peeli… No taste nor touch No longer feeling My minds a hallway
Sometimes not enough Sometimes to much Sometimes, none at all
By Stanley Collymore A preferably sadistically slow, br… most fittingly becomes you Rupert… the coterie of similar and likemin… toadies you’ve always surrounded y…
My heart has been sent, With you as you went. You were walking out the door. I scream, and I shout.
Saturn has always been the light b… Venus is the flame The Sun is where you wake up The Moon to know your name Mercury will tell you
Be still now with the Earth. Still with the Sun, the Land, Sea
Sly Merry Andrew, the last South… (At Bartholomew he did not much a… So peevish was the dict of the Ma… At Southwark, therefore, as his t… To please our masters, and his fri…
'Twas in the village of Ruily the… With red, pouting lips which few l… And her eyes were as azure the blu… Which caused Donald McNeill to h… Beyond the township of Ruily she…
As i look around at the shattered… i look around at the wreckage and… i have clearly lost this war noone has won this victory, death,… for though the enemy was once a fr…
Thinking of rain clouds that rose… on the first day of the year in the same month I consider that I have lived dail… eyes open and ears to hear
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,
The fact is taunting me daily, daily, daily. Am I still afraid of the thought… Am I still afraid of how much pai… That you may cause me?
I sometimes ask myself, are we eve… Some people will instantly say yes Others will just stare at you blan… And the ones that look down and si… There’s always something to compla…
Now hath the summer reached her go… And, lost amid her corn-fields, br… Scarcely perceives from her divine… How near, how swift, the inevitabl… Still, still, she smiles, though f…
If I only had a last kiss to give I would give that kiss to you I would give to you my final kiss So you would know my words are tru… I would hold you close, whisper in…
People tend to be wrong and through their errors get closer to the truth This is known as freedom The most sacred narratives
Hey Chris, I would like to talk to you about anger. Why are you so angry? Anger is the only emotion men tend to show. . Women cry and really kow how to grieve. To men anger is a badge ...