I am: the peaceful dove you see, flittering and floating high in th… I inspire your dreams of whimsical… promises of love and pain that wil… For I am sent by God,
Optimista, contento e ilusionado, sin imaginar alguna restricción. De ti, siempre he vivido enamorado con intensa y gigantesca pasión. Me fascina tu rostro y tu dulce mi…
Do you hear what’s coming? It’s so loud People walking here, people walkin… Hard to get around Art on the wall or is it vandalism…
Perpetually placed between a plagu… Every alter ego alternates a new a… Duplicating different doppelganger… Through art of fabrication I can… Working with multiple stencils pos…
Pretend like your hell is the new normal. Now the space is calm, and poignant, and telling.
The only way to survive Is to feel a touch, feel alive Taking me back where I’ve already… Feeling your greatness and surrend… Feel your love you feel mine
I shall think of you as i breathe… Each breath of sorrow, joy and las… For once was love all that i did b… Now only standpoint mutterings do… Go off the deep end with chaotic s…
By Stanley Collymore A purely and unwarrantedly privileged existence from birth, which undeniably and similarly very unsurprisingly…
By Stanley Collymore I’ve given you the gift of life My child– Reward me, by Making something Worthwhile
ode.upon thy loving care side my ride dying mare falling down horror scare sleeping long night stare cannot remove mind bare
You might think by the title, This is a poem about a bubbling st… But sometimes things really aren’t… Exactly what they seem, In this case it’s about a nursing…
She stumbled across his picture. She heard their song today. Memories flood her twisted mind and her smile fades away. He told her she was beautiful,
Once perchance are secrets found a… Footsteps echo on sacred grounds s… Spirits dance on the water lost as… They sing of lifetimes in waiting… Ancient wisdom to return.
WHY? as long as your near, I am happy! but sad, because I know,
wild and free and young i am me running along the sand and collecting shells walking around the rocks before s…
By Stanley Collymore Genuine friendship is a requisite… which no relationship that’s worth… logically claim, in any given circ… that devoid of it, whether intenti…
I was my daddy’s little girl In the living room we used to danc… Laughing every day, and telling st… Hugs at the end of every fight His shoulders were the highest pla…
A rose to memory lane, A road with all sort of heartbreak… This part of my memory I say is i… This part of life I don’t intend… I didn’t wanted to look at memory…
You must be bored, without a playmate to contend. You must be bored. Tricks connect me to you, tight co… Feel free to fiddle, feeble friend…
I Love my Family. It’s the prior… I hope they learn how to Forgive… What happened in the past, or thin… Let go those memories! It is the… Forgive and Forget is our Savior’…
By Stanley Collymore Physically beautiful, exceedingly… clever with it too, you are the au… graceful femininity and appealing… originally intended to be and veri…
Catch the breeze as it touches you… Feel the emotion of the suns rays… Swim in the ocean of countless dre… Listen to the echo of your heartbe… Beating to let you know your alive
Every time I see you, there is so… Like the way your aroma gives me c… And how it feels to wanna kiss you… To wanna love you right but so una… Or how it hurts when you walk away…
John S. Hittell, whose sovereign… The quill his tributary body yield… The author of an opera-that is, All but the music and libretto’s h… A work renowned, whose formidable…
The wind moves the clouds here and… as a work of art, like a painting reflecting the imm… On top forming havens with just a… who is preparing for his visit in…
Why won’t you, apply yourself, to… Using anything, for an excuse, ins… You say, I never loved you, that… But that’s just, a way, to create,… You struggle, to accept, that, som…
By Stanley Collymore Uncontrollable passions surge thro… as I intentionally throw all sembl… and rationality out of the proverb… never before has anyone impacted q…
Pallas, whose hand can through eac… Conduct your steps to Victory’s b… Teach you success in every hour to… And for each season form the Hero… Shall now in verse the prudent art…
(1) My back, now bare, is seared by the ignition, of your escaping flame. And behind me, a valley,
Give yourself time To reignite the dying Light of your soul Allow yourself to heal From the past that