poet (Remove filter)
Lonliness
No one likes lonliness,
It's an endless pit of darkness.
Battling gruesome demons,
Struggling to forget those wretched memories.
Decayed flowers and surging tides,
Lonilness is sleep deprivation, a weak soul, a cold heart,
Lonliness is my biggest demon.
Friday 25th December 2015 1:08 pm
Promise Me
When my hands begin to tremble
You’ll place your hand in mine
When my eyes become hollow
That you’ll gaze into them
When I’m at a loss for words
You’ll kiss me so the silence
Can speak for the both of us.
Saturday 14th February 2015 7:18 pm
Recent Comments
Graham Sherwood on Beatrix on Holiday
5 hours ago
David Franks on Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., Poem 40 of 230: EFFICIENCY
5 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on unfinished sonnet
11 hours ago
Yanma Hidayah on Not Every Eye
14 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Elementary
15 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Five Essential Pillars Of Life
15 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., Poem 40 of 230: EFFICIENCY
16 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Not Every Eye
16 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Seismic Activity
16 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Stats (To be continued)
16 hours ago