Love is a doorway into the unknown… You may enter cautiously or leap w… Love is an open doorway which anyo… To take a chance or do a cautious…
Little or no regret, this escapade… We are leading ourselves to an ine… Of something we cherish between us… There is a silent truth in the bac… Should we address it? Address it…
She never told me she loved me. Nor I, her. Though it would have been easy for… But I knew I was just a sojourn. A hiatus.
Silence now reigns in the corridor… The stately rooms of that mansion… The music is hushed, the revellers… The glitt’ring ball-room deserted… Silence and gloom, like a clinging…
Hold your hands to the blaze; Winter is here With the short cold days, Bleak, keen and drear. Was there ever a day
It’s been eight years since I los… it sucks growing up without you he… Things have not been easy, there’s a lot I’ve been through. It all feels more real with each n…
Melibæus, Alcippe, Asteria, Lic… Melibæus. Welcome fair Nymphs, m… Distemp’ring Heats do now the Pla… But you may sit, from Sun securel… If you an old mans company not fea…
Send forth the high falcon flying… Till it come toppling down from it… The beak of the falcon to pierce i… Where the simple heart is bowed. O in wild innocence it rides
The gray time is upon my sky. Just thinking about the coldness o… Lost people. Lost my all. If only you can find a way back to…
In the mid-city, under an oiled sk… I lay in a garden of such dusky gr… It seemed the dregs of the imagina… Hedged round by elegant spears of… My face became a moon to absent su…
Letting go. We struggle with this. Afraid of having to start over Finding someone new Pain
Met, but not fully felt, for the f… is much greater than the space in… to let His love in too much, riski… Worried, as I had learned from ea… memories of loss, that saying ‘yes…
Crazy how you love me Crazy how you know me Inside out Amazing the way I feel Amazing that it’s so real
By Stanley Collymore Please don’t ask me to sleep with… well aware as you evidently are th… deep inside I’d very much like to; for at this precise moment
Songs of praise the angels sang, Heav’n with alleluias rang, When creation was begun, When God spoke and it was done. Songs of praise awoke the morn
If a dream could come to life I w… If a nightmare really happened I… If love really existed I would em… If the rain stopped I would dance… If my heart would never break I w…
You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness
The embers of fury born from the dying fire of rage twist in the metal grate winking.
Hark, the rain is on my roof! Every murmur, through the dark, Stings me with a dull reproof Like a half-extinguished spark. Me! ah me! how came I here,
as the piano keys played, where past reminisced. as I laid down and broke in silenc… inside me, hatred and pity dispens… bamboozled as it is,
I WILL not wake you, dear; no te… To chill the still bed where you l… No cry, no word, shall break the s… Of the great silence where God le… I will not tease your grave with f…
Words get trapped, Caught like a fox in headlights, Startled. These are the ramblings Of a mad woman, forever wrapped In skin. No exposure.
Today I am more beautiful than I… Today I walk taller than I did ye… Today I learnt that no one can up… Today I am me Today I am free
Quivering fears, heart-tearing car… Anxious sighs, untimely tears, Fly, fly to courts, Fly to fond worldling’s sports, Where strained sardonic smiles are…
You open your eyes to the world Knowing it’s not consummate or exq… You slowly begin to percieve it as… Constantly consuming negativity an… Exploring for answers as to why is…
Broom out the floor now, lay the f… And plant this bee-sucked bough of… And let the window down. The butt… Floats in upon the sunbeam, and th… Tanned face of June, the nomad gi…
By Stanley Collymore I’ll not compromise my principles… to gain popularity, and hope you’l… it in you not to ask me to. For wi… principles to serve as the bulwark
Fir, that on this moor austere, Without kin or neighbour near, Utterest now bleak winter’s moan As if its vext soul were thine own… Unbefriended, placed like thee,
Our fathers, brave men were and st… And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along In better style than now—and quick… Elections then were sport, you bet…
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation