Poetry Blogs (memories from past)
Running up Moonbeams
Between life and death is a magical space
Where dreams are born, for you to chase
Some begin early and are dashed too soon
Others elusive, like the beams of the moon
Every once in a while as your path you traverse
From swaddled in a cot, to laid out in a hearse
Two souls will converge in a blending of time
As two become one, and in silent mime...
Thursday 7th February 2019 5:15 pm
Even though he might seem
Cold and bitter but still glee
Will take him over that very moment
He thinks of days he spent with me
Even though his heart might seem numb
But a broken smile is sure to come
The moment you will mention me
Will ignite the rumination spree
Even though he might appear
Under the spell of swaying breeze
Still somewhere in his eyes you might see
Memories of us t...
Wednesday 19th April 2017 6:02 pm
I never cared about my smile before.
But that changed when I met you
A wicked sensation went through my soul
And from there, Cupid began to work his magic
We’re just lovers from two different worlds now
I’m stuck down and you’re floating with the clouds
Could you send those honey butterflies to me?
Those honey butterflies that made me feel like I could fly
Tuesday 29th December 2015 12:10 am
We went to your old school,
in an area where crime is rife and drug dealers think they rule the streets.
What do you think when you see your old school?
Are your memories good or bad?
Were you bullied like me? Or have lots of friends?
Do you want to go back in time and spend a day in your school,
in your favourite lesson?
If so, what lesson?
Tuesday 25th September 2012 7:51 pm