Death comes for us all the preache… But the teachers keep teaching Still trying to fill heads They say knowledge is power but when the hour draws near
Old tales of valour fire our blood But this, the bravest deed I know Is written of our modern times, No myth of long ago. It was a convent grim and grey,
Our song came on the radio today. An old relic, Like your dusty comics I keep in… I feel I’ve forgotten you again like I’ve been here once or two,
Face drenched in liquid. Redden in emotional turmoil. Pain of the hour. Hope flicking as drops pour slowly… The internal depth of self is a fl…
By Stanley Collymore You’re absolutely sick and so full… shit that you can’t even see it, a… purposes are totally oblivious of… quite ridiculously you call yourse…
With time I’ve flurished from the… With paticence I have become the… From the begining I wore the slee… Feeling abandoned and awaiting for… From Windows I would wait for the…
The Complex Brain By: Sami LaRose 4/17/2013 To love or not to love that is the… Do I tell him how I feel;
We do not live in this world alone… Life starts out like a spiral cone We start at the bottom and reach t… On the way many times we must stop… Knowledge is gained from here to t…
Uncircumscribed, unmeasured, vast, Eternal as the Sea; What lacks the tidal sea thou hast… Profound stability. Beneath the sun that burns and bra…
Alexis your the best thing to ever… My life is a dark room and you the… 1+2 the only answer can be 3 But 3-1 then that only leaves you… We haven’t talked for days or text…
We use to play, we use to stay all… We use to wish this would last alw… We use to stare with nothing much… We use to know what admiration was Caring and sharing was to our hand…
By Stanley Collymore When I say I love you don’t quest… me as to why or demand to know how much I do; as there are no words in any language
No llore, no intente negar Lo que está dentro de usted No aparte a un costado Lo que está vivo Y lucha por sobrevivir.
YEARNING to know herself for a… Her passionate clash of warring go… Her new life ever ground in Death… With every delicate detail and en… Blind Nature strove. Lo, then it…
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…
Why don’t you want me. Why weren’t you interested. Why did I waste my time on you. Why did I think you could ever ch… Why have I wasted so many tears o…
The gipsy tents are on the down, The gipsy girls are here; And it’s O to be off and away fro… With a gipsy for my dear! We’d make our bed in the bracken
They didn’t mix They never did. Time and time again, they tried Even with a steady whisking hand As they sat together they drifted…
As I sit on the rocks in the cent… It’s waters surge on all sides. While I take a moment to assimila… Somewhere under the sundown sky is… It is my paradise of eternal tranq…
By Stanley Collymore Why is jealousy so vituperatively and often openly condemned and not all that unnaturally by those same people who clearly a…
When, leaete o’ nights, above the… By thik wold house, the moon do sh… A leaedy there, a-hangen low Her head, 's a-walken to an’ fro In robes so white’s the driven sno…
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...
As the sunsets in the west, my hea… As my heart beats to the sound of… My heart is lost in the west, brok… My heart wakens in the morning and… My heart is frighten by the indiff…
Your passion is mine Share your heart and soul with me Whisper in my ear
By Stanley Collymore I don’t know if we shall ever meet again, but rest assured I shall always
We all were exotic by birth, outlander here before our liberati… on this delta We never fought for our luck for our bread and butter not even…
Within his office, smiling. Sat JOSEPH CHAMBERLAIN, But all the screws of Birmingham Were working in his brain. The heart within his bosom
PERVADING ANARCHY Very often the dazed silence aroun… like that of crematorium rattles us, makes us debate the source of it
I’ve cried thousand of tears. Somehow I am still haunted by the… You changed my life forever. You robbed me of my youth. You stole my hopes and dreams.
BEGINNING: I don’t know if what happened to me was real or if it was just a dream. I’m not even sure