THE WIND blew hollow frae the h… By fits the sun’s departing beam Look’d on the fading yellow woods, That wav’d o’er Lugar’s winding s… Beneath a craigy steep, a Bard,
I love us more when its peak And our Presence had been starved To see.
A widow in a wise veil and more garments shows that shadows are even. It addresses no more, it shadows the stage and learning. A regular arrangement, the severest and the most preserved...
The holes in her chest Will never be filled with light. The misery will always cut through the darkness. She cannot feel happy;
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
I see her standing there, staring… But I lash out in pain and drill… I don’t mean to do this... I don’t mean to ruin your bliss... I miss you and I care.
By Stanley Collymore This is what Ingrid Seward publicly said in the wake of Princess Diana’s vile murder in Paris, that
Well, Mr. Kemble, you are called,… A great divine, and I’m a great p… You as a Congregationalist blink Some certain truths that I esteem… And dropp them in the coffers of m…
Hopefully you’re doing well, And that light’s still in your eye… Hopefully your smile’s real, It’s not some sort of disguise, Hopefully happiness rules your lif…
My son, guilt is someone who you n… If you get to meet him His first cousin Restlessness wil… On Your Heart Daily! Don’t raise the partition for no m…
Indeed, my Phædria, if to find That wealth can female wishes gain Had e’er disturb’d your thoughtful… Or cost one serious moment’s pain, I should have said that all the ru…
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for th...
I wrote your name In the sky, But the wind blew it away.. I wrote your name In the sand,
I spent my childhood running from my problems. Afraid of standing up for myself but too stubborn not to. My mother used my relationship as cover for what she was doing; weapons against ...
No longer trust you, Those days are through Love for you gone reached a new dawn A friend when convenient for you
At the end of my rope losing all hope trying to live life has become a j… doing my hardest just to cope still trying to climb this slipper…
Snow kissed my nose as I stepped… I never liked the cold But it gave me a feeling so warm I felt glee and happiness circling… And there were snow angles everywh…
Oh, fair sweet goddess, queen of l… Soft and gentle as thy doves, Humble-eyed, and ever ruing Those poor hearts, their loves pur… Oh, thou mother of delights,
Pictures portray your happiness, b… Appearances can be one thing, but… It seems your losing lots more wei… The smile doesn’t look real, just… Deja vu is an understatement, we l…
I am a bad man....
By Stanley Collymore The actual taxpayers not the clearly vociferously bogus, state benefits recipients, and delusional ones have paid for
We sat on the porch step and gazed… the moon was shy that night, like a traumatized convict, couldn’t show her face, she knew the disaster of our love,
I am ashamed that all I am is me I wish I could be more, I long to have this sorrowed soul… My heart breaks for now it knows t… I’ll never be enough, no, I’ll ne…
I hear your footsteps down the hal… I hear your name each time the win… Priceless memories surround me And oh what I wouldn’t give to se… In the eyes of a child
She waits, yet no one is home He leaves her quivering to the bon… Please don’t ignore me, I don’t w… She pleads as she waits by the pho… Maybe I can fall asleep with a sh…
Calling to mind, since first my lo… Th’uncertain times oft varying in… How things still unexpectedly have… As it please the Fates, by their… Lastly mine eyes amazedly have see…
Across New England snows Flash visions from afar, Lithe gipsies on their toes Dancing to gay guitar; With gesture fierce, bizarre,
I’ve not been one to take it slow, just like the tulips break through… in eager haste to taste of Spring. So likewise I want everything. Each day more warm,
OF 1 a’ the airts the wind can bl… I dearly like the west, For there the bonie lassie lives, The lassie I lo’e best: There’s wild-woods grow, and river…
I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.