Flux (Remove filter)
The soul of a poet
My words are mine alone
they cannot be taken away from me
they will transcend my current reality and existence
as i put pen to paper, a piece of my very essence will forever
be in flux with the universe.
Saturday 23rd December 2023 8:22 pm
Shredded
We'd made love as usual
A heavy night in the sack
After breakfast I told her
I was never coming back
Inexplicable the only word
Why so drastic a measure?
What impulse drove me to
Quit a house of pleasure?
A bitter taste in my mind?
Neurosis bending my head?
Maybe the new marmalade
Made my psyche see red
She'd always been restless
The place in a...
Tuesday 13th October 2020 11:13 am
Recent Comments
Stephen Atkinson on The Unquenchable Fire
5 hours ago
Rick Varden on Thank you for Coming
6 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Old
7 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on VILLANELLE: LET JUSTICE BE DONE
10 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Old
10 hours ago
Martin Peacock on VILLANELLE: LET JUSTICE BE DONE
10 hours ago
Rick Varden on Ebb and Flow
10 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Old
11 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on VILLANELLE: LET JUSTICE BE DONE
11 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Them uz ‘ave, will ‘ave
11 hours ago