We are a nation of excellence We are a country that will conquer… We a nation standing firm in it’s… We are proud loyal hold strong cit… We are a United people who will n…
Eating Numbers The girl pretended to be happy. T… Though people told her she was bea… She doesn’t eat food like you. Sh… She thinks it will make her happy.…
Silent winds and wispering cries Doing nothing as time flies by Hearing the song of the little bir… Not understanding and yet such bea… Like a rainbow frozen in time
Who whispers here is forgotten. Saliva’s emptiest fruit adorns the stones, words ripening your mouth to a spoilation
I hate to disappoint But lately it’s all I do I haven’t put my cloths away I haven’t done my work Oh no it’s overdue
By Stanley Collymore Hold me tightly until it hurts, for the pain of your affection is what I now desperately need to offset the grief of my
In a Hegelian reversal, I couldn’t com– plain but it would help
'T was a maiden lady (the newspape… Pious and prim and a bit gone-gray… She slept like an angel, holy and… Till ten o’ the clock in the shank… (When men and other wild animals p…
I KNEW it all my boyhood: in a l… Like a dryad’s mirror hidden by th… Its eye flashed back the sunshine,… And I loved its truthful depths w… I scooped my hand and drank it, an…
LAST night, in snowy gown and gl… I saw you watch the play Where each mock hero won his love The old unlifelike way. (And O were life their little sce…
The flash at midnight! - ’twas a l… That gave the blind a moment’s sig… Then sank in tenfold gloom; Loud, deep, and long, the thunder… The deaf ear instantly awoke,
At times, I did love few of those Who, like celestials, had a sparkl… Up in the heavens, among the moon,… Yet distant and afar, their warmth… And how I loved few of those,
Resting your eyes after a prayer t… All mighty power fills your hands,… Helium filled rubber, thirsty for… Reality brings me down slower than… See, I’ve really been thinking, i…
dear deity as the world continues to fall apa… in my heart it is clear to me that you do not hear me that you do not fear for me
I think there is a part of me, stuck beneath your foot. Cause every step you take away, returns with so much hurt. And while you laugh and dance arou…
Is it really leading by example when I floss in the office men’s r… after lunch or is this what the Buddhist’s cal… bodhisattva exhibitionism
I forget to breathe, My lungs disappear and my throat a… You take my breathe away, but you’… Am I still alive or is death play… Poison through my veins and your c…
Every time I take, a look in the mirror, I think of how I “coulda” “should… Soon 2 pounds turns 5 to 10, and the gruelling purge cycle,
Yawp, yawp, yawp! Under the moon and sun. It’s aye the rabble, And I to gabble, And hey! for the tale that is neve…
He is second beauty of a father And like a father, He saves us And many a times Acts as an idiot
The seal was broken. Prophets have spoken and begged. Their pleads emphatic. No sacks, no ash-covered heads. The effect less dramatic.
Why am I sorry, Chloe? Because t… And who am I to be straitened in… Because thy face is fair? And wha… The fairest face of all is the fac… Because the land is cold, and howe…
By Stanley Collymore Perhaps the sun will shine tomorro… perchance I’ll have a much better… than what I’m presently experienci… but whatever happens eventually,
Sighing above, Rustling below, Thorough the woods The winds go. Beneath, dead crowds;
I’m called James and I have a really serious injury in my left leg. I was born like that so I’m used to limp or to hear people’s laughs or coments. I don’t care too much when children o...
Hollow the vacuity eyes, non-self aware of being... blindingly the own senses.
In this reality… we have lost touch with ourselves for others with others for ourselves with life for society
Down the long road, bent and brown… Youth, that dearly loves a vision, Ventures to the gate Elysian, As a pilgrim from the town. Coming not so late, so far,
O Lord, our Lord, how wondrous gr… Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heav’nly state Let men and babes proclaim. When I behold thy works on high
Tho’ Rhyme serves the Thoughts of… It sets off the Sense of small Po… When I’ve written in Prose, I of… That my Sense, in a Jumble of Wo… In Verse, as in Armies, that marc…