What What is that noise It’s everywhere Don’t you hear Don’t you feel
Sometimes I wonder What to do Why I am so in love with you I just pray you love me too Sometimes
The blue foam gets smashed by the next crash. The waves get higher as the wind blows and the storm clouds move in. The thunder rolls, the lightning strikes. As the night goes on the...
I knew I was sick when I missed him so much I started to crave the smell of his body
As I eulogise the ex, causing dee… The ending more complex, more habi… Frugal in her lavishness, as if wa… Her questions al-ways a test, her… Played with my heart, my soul and…
On a sunny Afternoon, Kids shouting, playing, enjoying c… I sat empty besides a stack, Stack of boxes. Those boxes stacked makes me remin…
These staggered stones Of hopes and dreams and Other things Crumbled from perverse talk Upon yourself
If he prints a bulletin, it is a s… If he accepts appointments on impo… If he forms a committee, he can’t… If he has roll taken at meetings,… If an innovation in a program is s…
Incipit Prohemium Secundi Libri. Out of these blake wawes for to sa… O wind, O wind, the weder ginneth… For in this see the boot hath swic… Of my conning, that unnethe I it…
I hate seeing people sad I don’t like seeing others put the… So I make them smile as much as I… But at what expense? I go through my own issues
Skipping moment A single moment someday changes ou… A bright sun on a way gives other… When a moment is skipped Sand is escaping fast from our fis…
When I first set eyes on you, I knew. When I first spoke to you, I knew. I knew my heart was going to yearn…
By Stanley Collymore I love seeing all you brainwashed cretins in total meltdown when Someone, who crucially goes against the elitist, clearly indoc…
Sometimes I forget that this is l… That tomorrow may come but yesterday is already gone Sometimes I forget that I am real and the things I say, and things…
It’s happening daily That girls glibly slay me Each swipe to the left I’m rendered bereft
Mr. Crave, Mr.Crave you are so blind you tell silly lies like you crave my mind but you want my thighs
God isn’t dead which is another way of saying God isn’t unemployed and still has the same job just with a new job description
There is a childhood secret I have not confessed. I was five my parents divorced. I struggled to understand it. I kpet telling my mom I wanted her to be with my dad again. She kept tell...
Long have the poets vaunted, in th… Old times, old loves, old friendsh… Why should the old monopolise all… Then let the new claim mine. Give me strong new friends, when t…
In life, there’ll be times when yo… Often times, parents and friends h… But when that’s not good enough an… Who better to go to than those wit… First communion, sporting events,…
So close, yet so far. On this dreary world they tread. To be lifted is the bar The reality of which they dread. Their eyes have locked
The game is on the rank is on top gun salute the general running weapons and stacking loot
Clouds of clear smoke, shards of… Arranged by old monsters who we be… Look around you dear people; tell… Wars are still waging; yet you tel… From the 9 year old corporal - fro…
Hail to you, comrades, who have wo… Where the torn lines of battle run By tattered town and ruined mead, The honour that men give with prid… To those who, daffing death aside,
By Stanley Collymore You’re white and, evidently in you… And not just as it happens to soci… quite specifically too and rather… However, for all of these appallin…
The day is here, I fill with fear I search for it, my love of life My ambition, the desire I need This craving on which I feed Why i waver, my strength so weak
One day, the vine That clomb on god’s own house Cried, “I will not grow And, ‘I will not grow,’ And, I will not grow,’
Over here he made a pile of what he had had and lost. Over there a pile of what he was owed. Then a pile of what he possessed and a pile of what he desired. After measuring them, he add...
There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year’s course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would los...
I keep these gifts you gave me to haunt myself with your ghost. Your scent long since faded. Your face somewhat a blur. You are nothing but a memory.