Poetry Blogs (cry)
Wasn't looking for her but she came out of nowhere and got in the way
I don't think that the Queen of England acts the same
No cure for what she has she is a victim of her own pain
Karin cries when she knows she not right
Living in her own mental lies
Karin cries at whatever she finds
Loosing out when it has nothing to do with constitutional rights
Threaten to make ...
Friday 24th July 2020 4:38 pm
Let the dreamless boy to cry
If his wish to fly has gone
How his tears going to dry
If he stays far of sun
Ask dreamless boy be awake
That the dream, is a part of us
Tell him: "think of a better talk"
And to change the dark glass
Help dreamless boy to be here
And clear his negative thought
Once he comes to hear or share
He will enjoy to dream in a boat
Monday 15th April 2019 7:25 pm
ريشه ناقصة في جناح عصفوره
إيه يعنى .. ماهـو ريشها كتيــــر
مش حيبــــــــان أبدا في الصورة
ولا حيــــكـون له كمــــــان تأثير
العصفــورة الشــــاطرة تفكــــــر
ربنا عنـــــــده كنــــــوز الخيـــر
لو تدعــــى ربنــــــــا يرزقـــــها
بدل الريشـــــة .. عشـــر قناطير
لكن العــصفــــورة المســكــيـنــة
وقـفـت تبـكـى بدون تفـكـيــــــــر
حتى اصحابها .. زعلوا عشانــها
Saturday 9th March 2019 12:37 pm
I feel no warmth in your stay,
only light flames from your exhaust lead the way.
The deadliest parts of you,
I hold high and mighty.
“Clearly it’s not working out”
you tell me while I’m crying
what’s wrong with me
Sunday 16th December 2018 5:12 am
Watching, listening, waiting
An endless unmoving time
Pain thriving within her
Her heart is far from fine.
Feeling, hurting, crying
An endless stabbing pain
Giving up on trying
Her heart so full of strain.
Retching, whimpering, head swirling
An endless wrath of terror
Her fingers clasping, curling
Her heart forever slain.
Calming, numbing, unfeeli...
Monday 30th July 2018 1:17 pm
I would love to write about the : ) and lols
I would love to write about heaven instead of hell
I would love to write about those who rise instead of fell
I would love to write the life of a man who doesn’t dwell
On the negative instead of the positive reactions
On the hopelessness instead of the hope that comes through passion
On the hate instead of the love that’s everlasting...
Friday 23rd March 2018 1:01 am
“ …. every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness” (Beckett)
Be born, live, cry, die; always cry.
I am not on Earth
to fail to exist,
or any other madman's fantasy.
Sammy found something
Eat, move, create, decay;
earthen in earth
for the Archaeologis...
Thursday 21st December 2017 12:29 am
A woman cries for now she knows
Her love is unconditional
Weeping at the empty kitchen table
One, two, three in the morning
None are awake but her
Right hand reaches out to air
“There was no choice to make!”
Yet she always knew, in some way
Either too much to handle
Or not enough
But always cast aside
Anger will not manifest
Tuesday 21st November 2017 7:57 pm
I feel like I am choking,
drowning in my unspilt tears.
But the dams don't yet break even though the buoy in my throat is rising with the sea
and the canal that is my throat, tightens.
No matter how hard my mind steers the sails away from the emotional storm within,
The crashing seas cannot help but spill over the edge of the boat.
My tears are smooth like the PVC ma...
Saturday 13th May 2017 8:40 pm
How many tears can one girl cry?
it depends on the lie...
The world is often not what it seems
How many tears can one girl cry?
What seems real is often make believe
a part of the truth but not complete
My heart is often not considered
I am real and my heart beats
Beauty is skin deep
The heart is deepe...
Wednesday 21st December 2016 4:57 am
Today my heart felt a blow,
By a view so divine.
I let my emotions flow,
Like a 30 year old wine.
There it was in that tiny box,
With pulses of energy shooting through,
That blurry image came across,
Like the inside of a Great Gray Kangaroo.
I felt her hand touching mine,
Held her hand - fingers entwined,
Watching my angel wriggle and shine,
With the life of Us combined.
Tuesday 17th November 2015 12:31 pm
Oh deep, dark depression,
my uninvited guest,
the persistence of oppression
is precluding my life’s zest.
The dark before sunrise
of a dawn that just won't break,
suppressed by a thirst for my soul
that only sorrow can now slake.
The wisps that you are weaving
are clouding my damp eyes,
a cold and cloying shroud
that’s covering all that I desire.
Thursday 20th August 2015 11:58 pm
Cry we all toward places unnamed
Rise above the crested hills
Yell we will - shattering door frames
Plundering thoughts of plovered wills
Tear at the wallpaper - reveal the grain
Ink the slate - etched by wound-dipped quills
Crouch, prowl - ready to pounce on game
Brandishing swords, blaring trumpets shrill
Arching backs, phosphorescent wicks aflame
Ridding netted fish o...
Sunday 19th December 2010 2:32 pm