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You have lost your smile.
Where is it gone ? I do not recognise you anymore.
Your lips strech, I can see your teeth,
You could have fooled us,
You could have fooled me.
Howerver, there is no longer any spark;
Your eyes are weeping and I am the witness of a bygone joy.
Forgive these crude words, there are not meant to hurt you.
What is this place that have smothered y...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 8:48 pm
Hidden behind the corpulent clouds
sat all forlorn a fallen angel
Tears in her eyes, and a heavy heart
she stared down to the sphere below.
"I have hurt the ones I love.
Let me be cast down to hell
where I am best suited for dying
and the dead"
Poking her head up from behind her misery
she gazed on this shadowed vision.
Reflecting on piercing her thoughts
with a sharp wit and laden ...
Sunday 24th June 2018 12:15 pm
Just like a flower
blooms in the summer
and dies in the winter.
With nothing but memories left to show
what once stood tall,
Tuesday 30th June 2015 6:24 pm
(I'm aware this is a controversial poem and I hope not to offend anyone but I make no conclusions, I only ask questions)
The nature was deteriorating.
The sky was falling down,
raining pieces of ashy soot,
crashing and burning
and you weren't there.
Why weren't you there?
The birds squawked and screeched
and in-between their cries were mine, calling
and I was reaching out to you.
Sunday 31st August 2014 8:34 pm
(This poem is the second part to my previous poem 'My Beautiful Lie' http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=36793)
The lie I created I hid far behind,
Blind - vacuous and vapid, my rapid descent
Into madness was sealed, with gladness
The concealed face of my own lot was lost
And the cost of this deception was total,
Brutal at the very point of inception...
Friday 1st November 2013 9:58 am
Fallen warriors of all nations, now only bones and memories, I remember you.
In your hour of need you became great for a moment, doing your duty for a higher power, you, just mere men.
Being asked to do the unthinkable, to kill or be killed in the glaring cauldron of battle.
I will never know what it was like, to be good or bad, to be in battle. All ...
Sunday 4th March 2012 2:44 pm
And so as nothing leads to nothing
and your weary eyes
leaves turn golden then they fall
grasping for the past
An old tramp in the corner
monument of life
you used to own the whole world too
benches for thrones, friends to trust
All is gone yet you still live
bursting with sweet love
Love of golden fallen leaves
- that is what you've...
Friday 12th November 2010 6:52 pm