By Stanley Collymore The rest of us evidently know the reality of the world we’re in but these undeniably pathetically gullible very fawning and brownnos…
Through, my life, I’ve caused, pa… Yet all, the things, I’ve seen an… Along the way, things, came and we… While, I hold, a single rose;to m… It seems, through, this lonely lif…
A moment ago, in a flicker of pique, with a wave of the hand, I dispersed them. Glorious birds,
In my fleeting seconds when I try… I can pretend it doesn’t bother me… Everywhere I go and look the thou… I’m trying my best not to let thes… Try not to dwell; occupy your mind…
Clear my name, stand by me against… Place me far, far from this lying… I counted on your presence to only… Why did you close the door behind… Why am I traveling this world uns…
My ribs show, What have i eaten? Lies and smiles.
A heart that’s been beaten, broken… Has took years to repair but is ye… After blocking her heart from any… One night came a stranger and away… They both had a void that was dyin…
Who will relent? Which fear... Wait, why are so many questions be… Odd, that. So yeah, why?
The night is chilly Somewhat unusual for the season, But nonetheless fitting for my moo… The night is well lit And as I look into the sky,
NOT in rich glebe and ripe green… Does Summer weave her sweet resis… But in high hills, and moorlands w… The vast enchantment of her presen… Wide sky, and sky-wide waste of th…
Now that were talking. I feel happy. Your smile is amazi… Seeing you smile is like watching… Even though this feeling is new. The way I held you made me realiz…
You have lost everything, then... why do you fight? You have nothing to loose, and nothing to gain Why don’t you just give up,
“JUST FOR LOVE?” Oh no, It’s not just for love. People tend to crave the things th… They’re just desperate for the lov…
Being a woman isn’t for the faint… There’s so many rules I had to learn from the start Don’t wear clothes to revealing Because to men
you know what you’re doing to me b… my feelings for you are crazy what you do par takes me every bit of you instates me.
By Stanley Collymore The constant fawning over an inured racist Karen and very similarly an unrelentingly plainly obsessively stalking gold-…
Come, let us go into the lane, lov… And mark and gather what the Autu… The creamy elder mellowed into win… The russet hip that was the pink-w… The amber woodbine into rubies tur…
Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.
Having this day my horse, my hand,… Guided so well that I obtain’d th… Both by the judgment of the Engli… And of some sent from that sweet e… Horsemen my skill in horsemanship…
Have u ever had troubles sleeping trew the night. well I am right now so I have decided to wright down some things and bring them to the light. every single one of us is a Creecher of h...
Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet, Still with an iron hand Rules house and home. Like a pee… He barks each curt command. And he packs the family off to bed
I may seem happy on the out side but you don’t see what I really fe… At school I wear a mask to fool y… When I reach my house i break dow… No body knows how I really feel
The day I retired My skills didn’t diminish Nor did they vanish Yet, now I’m out to pasture As useful as horse manure
The sword slew one in deadly strif… One perished by the bowl ; The third lies self-slain by the k… For three the bells may toll— I loved her better than my life,
On this day I say Thanks to all who paid The price for the freedom we cheri… Visions of battle, they never fade… Notice we do today, for true sacri…
But he came back a different man.He saw things and went through things we will never understand.He faught for our country, with all the strength and courage that he had in him .He took ...
inner soul still strugglin’.... clothes torn child’s scorn forced embrace slapping my face
Day by day, we get up, and we go t… People pass by, each day, we don’t… Day by day, we live our own way Day by day, we live on what we say We all live, behind a mask, that s…
In the stillness of the night A whispering breeze takes flight Softly rustling through the leaves A gentle melody it weaves The stars above shine bright and c…
The First Cup Who brings you your first cup, on the opening of eyes when you wa… Each day has a new beginning and we have no knowledge of what i…