Poetry Blogs (distance)
When I was 7 years old, I went with my mother to visit her friend. I heard a dog bark when we knocked on the door. I love doggies! "Where's your doggie?" I asked. "I put him out back. He's an old police dog and isn't used to kids."
"Stay away from him," my mother warned.
Despite her warning, I went in search of the doggie and found him chained to a stake in the ground, head down, dark eyes...
Friday 12th April 2019 4:37 am
I asked If I wrote for you would you read it? I asked if I still had love for you would you need It? All I can think about is when we on that dock had our first kiss, Cupid shot that arrow and did not miss, How will I get through this? When you asked me to leave caused all this pain, Every day we have been apart has driven me insane.
Wednesday 10th January 2018 8:20 pm
There you are,
Near the fairies and mermaids
Yet, never far
Always in my heart
Here I am
Fueled by the memory of your love
I try to appease a untamed desire
Under this cold snowfall
In this absence, we meet in our dreams
With fictional daily routines
Craving for fluffy pillows and white sheets
and hoping for those embraced warm nights
Thursday 16th February 2017 9:36 am
There's so much between us Maybe it's only air I feel the waves Pulses I feel the open sky Wandering, climbing a skeleton. middle-of-the-night conversations getting lost amongst the lights and I want to have time with you I want to know you kindly I fell through time and drowned in space bearing a prayer in my heart known beyond time Sunstained rose frozen earth the quivering...
Monday 9th May 2016 6:02 am
Of all the chances, of all the places,
of all the people, it has happened.
Lori came along and into my life,
from the darklands of Scotland.
A Scottish Goth into planes,
a real soulmate I’ve found.
Distance will be overcome for in a week
I’ll be with her, at journeys end.
What are the chances? Well, it happened
and for that I’m grateful...
Saturday 7th January 2012 1:56 pm
What happens when a triumph
doesn't ring like titanic trumpets?
Hopes remain Titanic,
exceptional, erroneously erred
and sinking with realisation.
I decapitated depression, deep...
Tuesday 8th November 2011 11:25 pm