Gaze into the mirror
at the face behind the mask
and wonder if it's really you,
or don’t you dare to ask?
Who can know what lies beyond
the mirrors fragile face,
reflections of another life;
another time or place?
Touch the chill upon the glass
and see a tiny ripple,
was it real or in your mind,
did it really feel so supple?
Gaze into empty eyes...
Friday 18th September 2015 2:00 am
Gaze into a persons eyes,
far beyond the mask
and wonder at the questions
that you’re too afraid to ask.
into depths of deep emotion,
currents running deep
within a cool and placid ocean.
Dive into the loving soul
of one who gives their all
and marvel at the feelings
that are waiting for the call.
Tuesday 11th August 2015 6:08 pm
She’s the one we could rely on
when things were sorely scarce,
to always find a way to get by
when it went from bad to worse.
She’s the one true matriarch,
the gel at the center of all,
never too far away from us;
never more than a call.
Sacrificing all she had,
for us, her flesh and blood,
always standing second place
to the family’s common good.
Tuesday 4th August 2015 4:10 pm
In love there is no law
Just the dreams that you saw
An open mind can be the key
Think wisely and you will see
You cannot run from tomorrow
Happiness is all you need to know
One future to live for another time
Maybe with fewer mountains to climb
The worries of the caring heart
Love that cannot be measured by a chart
Feelings of the unknown trust
Tuesday 14th July 2015 4:44 pm
If you see a distant star
in the evening sky
and you shiver from the chill night air,
yet you feel a warmth
in the depth of your heart,
then you know that I am still there.
When your tears have dried,
the bed has grown cold
and you're feeling lost and adrift,
when the days feel empty
and the nights far too long,
just remember, I gave you a gift.
Monday 13th July 2015 12:52 pm
M60 atop Manchester's posterior cusp
Hurtling force divides and creates, binds and destroys,
Cut me slowly, cut me quick, careful now
Not too deep
Just like Concorde passing over
the viaduct with its engine vibrating
on the tracks
I'm lost. Blocked. What is hidden in the river?
The naked road is rusting away
I follow the arterial route to your heart
Monday 8th June 2015 11:02 pm
Tags: heart,river,Stockport Collage Poem,Stockport WOL
You came in right after he broke my heart
The crack was too wide for you to mend
You came in right after he broke my heart
I dragged you across the yard to feel my pain.
You gave me your all just to make me feel secure
I can see love written all over your eyes
You bathe me in those eyes everyday
And yet all I could give was just a piece of my heart.
You tried to fill the crack in my ...
Friday 22nd May 2015 5:53 am
"It's like you built a mountain of cocaine for me to get addicted to but then you put me into rehab for snorting in one line."
Friday 22nd May 2015 5:49 am
I've became so mad at myself for giving in
To what I want
Thinking it would be the greatest time
In my life
But oh no
What a dissappointment
I should have walked away
For you, to play a game that you hate being played.
Play in on me and my heart
Just to get the saticifaction of your unhealthy habit
Like you enjoy living in your dark habitat.
Like an animal holding ...
Sunday 17th May 2015 4:10 am
I slide down a rope
into the empty chasm
which is your cold heart.
I light a fire
in the depths of your despair.
You hate me anyway.
An ocean is born;
it swallows me whole.
Darkness engulfs me.
Surrounded by other misguided souls.
I feel their cages;
I discover mine.
NOTE: I wrote this at age 15. I have edited it since, but I think it'...
Monday 4th May 2015 6:23 pm
Anarchy runs through my bones, A sanctuary, a mind set in stone, No worth in a life without purpose, Enough people around me trying to surplus, Without reason or must. Society isn't run from home, We're fed a diet of lies and bad omens, A curfew on our personal time, Cursing those who brave past the line, Fucking with your mind. Sobriety is harshly overrated, When the priority is to...
Saturday 2nd May 2015 6:16 am
Tags: america,britain,deep,drugs,heart,high,humanity,lesson,life,modern day,people,politics,society,state of Western society
They came back
But the fantasy was gone
They were alive only at night
Frightened of daylight
Moon captured them as the stars
If you saw the stars tonight
They were my dreams once
Now all I have is ashes
Not from smoked cigarettes or burned houses
But from my bones
What became broken
While my heart was trying to escape.
Friday 20th February 2015 9:49 pm
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