Friday it started the day I wish… You probably wish you said it soon… You say you don’t want to hurt me… Today I’m listening to the waves… Yet you call for things to be diff…
Which of God’s promises do you ho… When you consider all of the fearf… Which of God’s utterances bolster… In the face of the storms this lif… Do you know the One who speaks to…
Days pass by and a heart grows col… Conditioned by it’s fear, While the noise that echoes from t… Becomes all the heart can hear, The here and now becomes clouded,
I didn’t think you’d notice, If I was dead and gone. I didn’t think you’d notice, I guess I got it wrong. I planned it all out nicely
My friend I miss you so, I wish you did not have to go. God called you home to be in Heav… And my heart aches twenty-four, se…
I can see the mountains Living in the flattest state aroun… They rise as the sun sets just rig… Luring my eyes upward and away Impossibly chasing the collage of…
Blue skies with scribbles of white Polarized eyes To shade the light
I remember a time when a trip on t… Now my mental state is such that a… Paranoia from stangers ever growin… Fear of the unknown is the greates… Abuse of substances has left me un…
By Stanley Collymore I don’t hear Andrew Neil criticis… the events which actually led to Iran’s response against Israel. The basic wipe out of Iran’s cons…
SOFT is the balmy breath of May, When from the op’ning lids of day Meek twilight steals; and from its… Translucent pearls of ether flings… MILD is the chaste Moon’s langui…
Finding the anxiety of not knowing who we are for the Other unbearable we cracked the cheat code of statu… but in predetermining
I’m not that great at loving mysel… CORRECTION: I am learning the… How we speak to ourselves, our int… is so crucial to our self-worth. From these thoughts come the actio…
Why does she cry these tears, For they belong not to her But to a child of the night. Who is this child that chooses to… Between parked cars at the edge of…
There’s so much blood in blood cou… As there are stones in my heart When I hear your name. The winged-pig can fly daily Once I’ve let myself remember
The other night dear, as I lay sl… I dreamed I held you in my arms But when I awoke, dear, I was mis… So I hung my head and I cried. You are my sunshine, my only sunsh…
Some people say that our love is wrong and that we should just get on with our lives But i think they are wrong, you and i should be together. We are each others long light, they say we...
There’s a wee little Bumper, A sidewalk toe-stumper, And he’s sitting like “Thumper” On the edge of a step. He knows where he’s head’n,
If I left town tomorrow, What would you like to hear today? A poem? A song? An excerpt from a play? A speech for the present,
Up a little while before the rest… he sits on a small balcony with the dawn all to himself. Lava-tinted clouds soundlessly smo… above the barely-lit earth, and be…
SECRETARY OF THE BOS… Gone before us, O our brother, To the spirit-land! Vainly look we for another In thy place to stand.
Hid by the shadow of feign Defended by three words You removed my partition and saw my secret portion I never loved thee.
Quite obviously significant numbers of British serfs and their overseas genocidal kin in actually barbarically acquired countries like delusional Terra nullius Australia, New Zealand, C...
The Skaters Nothing is less of the earth than couples skating: the woman in her white raiment clean, clean, and full of light,
Sleet then freezing rain Impassable roads highways Perhaps many days Fireplace roaring flames Keeping warm the dreary room
You didnt get your way So you took it out on me Sceaming in my face Not caring who might see. Your temper starts to flair
My name is Laura I am 16 I don’t think I’ll make it to 17 Every day I wish for death Using my last and only breathe I never really had a life
In my Spanish cloak, And old slouch hat, And overshoes of felt, And Tyke, my faithful dog, And my knotted hickory cane,
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
Reality is fucking real but not as good as in my fantasies Kisses touch my safety seal yet I have those thrilling memorie… of how it was to be a child
Aunt Annie May would always say Children go out to play One by one the deed was done As they were on their way. Aunt Annie May watched them play