By Stanley Collymore It wasn’t supposed to happen; a ro… given the circumstances, quite ord… I sat on a bus increasingly being… with passengers heading for a day’…
My light starts to fade The sun does not rise The world they have made Speeds towards it’s demise The surface turns black
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Trampling the summer blooms Under the soles of her feet Gliding through the wilderness she went on Crumpling in her fist the last shr…
You can beat me with a hammer You can beat me with words Either way It feels the same Neither option feels any less wors…
Love, ere I go, forgive me each l… Each trouble I unwittingly have w… My heart, my life, my tears to the… Yet have I erred, maybe, through… One sin, most certainly, I need t…
It is his tears when I was three,… I the Admirals daughter, he told… I sayeth to him, No, Victoria There is no Victory here in the w… I love
Your Wine, by Southern Suns refi… Is a just Emblem of your Mind: Like You, the gen’rous Juice disp… Its Influence a thousand Ways; Like You, it raises sinking Heart…
I always feel pressure It starts in my head Pushes it’s way out Through my chest This beating heart
I cannot grasp the written word Nor can my muzzle form the spoken But that is not to say I can’t un… You spell it with strange written… An L, an O, a V, and an E
For worldly things this flesh does… Wants of every shape and size, our… The thoughts come quickly of these… These thoughts they’re borne of se… Urges nothing more are they, than…
God’s care of his people. My trust is in my heav’nly Friend… My hope in thee, my God; Rise, and my helpless life defend From those that seek my blood.
Each day I hold you in my arms;an… Just the thought of holding you cl… A scene where longing doesn’t exis… Where all the events from the past… Though at times my day is pain;you…
The day Paul got married, his old girlfriend called his hous… just before he and his bride Anne caught the plane for their honeymo… Paul was outside packing the car
Words are metamorphic they can shape shift, Jump right off the page and give e… But when used without a clue, There’s no limits to the damage on…
tin can heat and toucan crossings mechanics smoking questionables with loud mouthed customers blocki… the route past the non-corner shop rusting solar solutions flat tired…
How have I survived this long bei… and how I do learn to live any dif… — I am so tired of tearing myse…
Always hoping Always waiting Planning, Praying For you to appear Looking pretty
The weight is hard I’m falling down Losing the race about to drown Lost the battle Losing the war
During summer the Sun seared with simoom, then came storms and drenched and later froze him fall! He’s still there, unmoved
By Stanley Collymore It’s a very foolish man, to be sure, who’s not wise to his own mistakes! © Stanley V. Collymore
the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…
If they were ever only attacking a… there’d be nor real need for the l… But the act of distorting an idea is always a pretext to the taking… So, you’ll know it’s a strawman fa…
Free me from the exile of the hate… Hanging by a thread from your savi… Condemnation is all that I sense Build up your walls, but I’ve got… Religions of glory you tear anothe…
How could you be so vain to think that you are your pain to make pain your pride instead of your guide keeps the pain
There’s a storm raging I can hear it in the trembles of t… shaking my window frame. The sky is a murky purple of a crowded mind
I know not of what we ponder’d Or made pretty pretence to talk, As, her hand within mine, we wande… Tow’rd the pool by the limetree wa… While the dew fell in showers from…
What to do when the new year comes… Why don’t you open the door and fi… Amor breathe in the cold, Now exhale, Outside of your window,
I thought I knew who I was but I never knew I was wrong The real me was hidden In a maze of words
Tired of the tears and all of the… The overwhelming feelings of sadne… Sometimes it gets to the point whe… I drown in the memories of that ti… Your voice and everything you ever…