I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no
Brother I remember as just a kid, Doing the things big brother did . All the good in him I’d see, We’re all the things I longed to…
I don’t want balance. I want too much of everything I love. I want you to fill me so much that you start to spill out of me and I am covered in you. I don’t want to make sense. You wont...
The night of escaping from the sac… Are the memories of yesterday in t… There is a deep sadness in the eye… Pain always triumphs over innocent… I am in the conscience of love, I…
Brilliant skin Hair prudent And so on on Two divided salt and pepper Pepper and salt and
A smartphone with AI is to a person as a person is to a horse
Blind, I’m blind I cannot see What is this thing, it torments me… I cannot run, I cannot hide For my sight has left me
Dying in this shower I have all this power Life and death at my hands I just wish I could mend I keep thinking about my own funer…
My lids with grief were tumid yet, And still my sullied cheek was wet With briny dews profusely shed For venerable Winton dead, When Fame, whose tales of saddest…
Historical flow I use a lyrical out post get ghost pitching off dope on the west coast
By Stanley Collymore I don’t want a fight with you, so I’m doing the civilised thing and dumping you out of my life—
Tim Murnane was born to parents who lived in a small brick bungalow in a lower-middle class neighborhood in Chicago. His father worked as an electrician for Commonwealth Edison Company ...
Dawn - and a magical stillness: on… On the waters a vast Content, as… In the heavens a silence that seem… But a thing with form and body, a… Yet I know that I dwell in the mi…
I’m going to be incarcerated for little while – for drinking while intoxicated – driving behind the wheel– can’t help addiction to much affliction – over addiction – been to AAs to get ...
under this gray suburban sky time goes away from us she can’t stand us anymore our little and fragile indifference,
Over that breathing waste of frien… The wounded and the dying, hour by… In will a thousand, yet but one in… He labours thro’ the red and groan… The fearful moorland where the myr…
I smiled with skeptic mocking wher… You of the airy laughter and light… “They tell a dream that haunted a… “Death could not touch or claim a… I looked upon you coffined amid yo…
The crawling of the sun stood abov… yet dreaming, yet those pleasing thoughts of nowhen. And
from a hundred feet away your heart begins to race, your fragile serenity takes flight your feet speed you on, better pic… no! don’t rush, that’s not how you…
HOME Where am I from you ask? I am from corn fields and old barn… Skating rinks and fast cars I am from the place where I know…
People always say, “These feelings will fade away” Which ones, love or pain?
The scent of cookies, memories the… As school’s embrace gives way to c… A mother’s love, through oven’s wa… In rooms aglow, sweet treasures to… With joy, I’d find those treats w…
I do not have walls; I’m on an is… Just me, and rocks of salty dry sa… The abrasive stones sour my wounds… I have no walls, just monsoons. A final wave will wash me away soo…
The sun seeps in and illuminates y… You look so peaceful while you sle… One hand on your shoulder, the oth… It’s inviting seeing you in this l… Before we argue and battle.
If the world ends Today or tomorrow There will still b Just as much sorrow © From A Poet’s
Boy: why so down. Girl: i miss him Boy: why should you miss him you g… Girl: no i don’t care i still love… Boy: he’s been dead for three mont…
By Stanley Collymore The truth is as alien to you as every other decent thing in
as the door is closed everyone is… the blade against your wrist makin… no one cares no one hears its just them and the pain that th…
Sailed an ocean just to reach you, passed through a hurricane or two, hit land to find a ring upon your… I was almost there for you. Crossed a continent to find you,
. * . for you i am a tequila sunrise; for you i am heartbeat panging