You could take a rope and wrap it around my neck like a python around it’s prey, pull it taut until I gasp for air turning blue in the face. Tighter and tighter till all life has vanish...
I KNOW a garden where white lili… Under the grey sweet-laden apple b… It is a garden where the roses blo… And honeysuckle covers half the ho… O happy garden, do you keep the vo…
There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do flo… There cherries grow which none may…
In the covering of shields It seeks uncertainty It seeks a dream Dreaming of all the sweet things Murmuring by itself
I consulted a shrink a short while… What prompted my visit?, I’ m sur… Tell me what ails you, in ten wor… Ok then, I’ll start, and see wher… I hate being lied to, or lied abou…
How blessed is he, who leads a cou… Unvexed with anxious cares, and vo… Who, studying peace, and shunning… Enjoyed his youth, and now enjoys… All who deserve his love, he makes…
Cries the morning, of a wretched n… Binds the living, to it’s urban pl… Feared the most, are sights unseen… Yet still we beg, for it to be a d… A waning sun, that once burned bri…
BLACK in the midnight lies the… Its dim horizon from my window hig… I see shut in beneath a misty sky Red with the light a million lamp-… Up from the humming streets. And…
I love you so much– my heart you have touched. I love your beautiful smile– just to see it I would wrestle a c… I love your little big hugs–
Charles, the rest of his monarchical Klan and similarly all of the hangers on will avidly and assiduously cling to their self imposed titles, palaces, taxpayer salaries, inherited, non-...
Gracie mae I love you You help me through my sad days By bringing a rare smile to my fac… With all of your lovely ways. A tiny heart of gold
A rich and powerful man, beautiful… You flew on wings of white, like… And like that liberty-loving, stal… You came to help a country much in… Scorn of scions despite and starin…
When my father Said mein Fehler I thought it meant “I’m a failure” which was my error
By Stanley Collymore So you think that the job of an M… you’ve either barefacedly conned y… list and have been selected in spi… purported standard bearer, in othe…
What about me? Do they see the pain and hurt? Can they not feel all this animosi… I must be the problem. I can see… But why don’t they listen when I…
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
ALONG the shore, along the shore I see the wavelets meeting: But thee I see—ah, never more, For all my wild heart’s beating. The little wavelets come and go,
Life breathes Taking breath from laughter smile… Exhaling sorrow loss and pain Life shines through Through overcast sky
It’s easy to tell me “You’re doing fine.” All the decisions are mine. No worries No distractions
Offshoots of insurgents make war By the power of my mind The ego is the expert in insensiti… Is the one in charge at the moment But you forget something
Among other things in the sound of… The drifting echo of the sleep-dep… Through men of order sign of strif… Among other things in the sound of… A tapestry wall of a woman un-tong…
creeping in the corridor a wooden beam shouts as it wakes from its silent slumber by quick feet the hallow walls heat at the touch from the lives they protect inside each closed room ...
When the world holds too much to b… When the waters rise When the shadows grow vast and my fear feels overwhelming When men and women run awry
Nature had long a Treasure made Of all her choisest store; Fearing, when She should be decay… To beg in vain for more. Her Orientest Colours there,
May is back, and You and I Are at the stream again— The leaves are out, And all about The building birds begin
Look! the round-cheeked moon float… In the glowing August sky, Quenching all her neighbor stars, Save the steady flame of Mars. White as silver shines the sea,
Where shall I find a place to cal… The present dwelling lacks that in… And where I once resided, familiarity has flown. A distant memory,
If the truth were merely regarded as false it might still have found its purpose but once degraded into
Dearly I am writing, surely I am trying, to grip my soul from inside so I can stop what’s crying, the tree to to you is not a tree to me, enter my mind so you can see, what it is that s...
You're gone I’m crying You're happy I’m dying I wish that I could say