Poetry Blogs (sunshine)
Everyday, we have things to do,
To mow, buy groceries or do our jobs.
And we have a choice to be average, our everyday self,
Or leave an impression lasting forever.
And my constant worry is that my best,
Just lets everyone down.
I guess I can't dwell on that,
For pausing in this life is a quick death.
Only to focus on the next moment,
To keep moving forward.
Hoping I ...
Friday 12th April 2019 4:54 am
Part of my disorder
is that consistancy isn't real
every day is a wave that I am forced to ride
I want to grab each day by the horns
I don't want to be on a ride anymore
I want to be the driver
I want to set the pace of my days
I will see a time where this is my present
and not just a fantasy
I will have control over my life
Friday 8th February 2019 3:03 am
Saw your skin,
Full of lies,
Touched your hands,
Saw Wrinkled lines,
Few Broken ties,
Two strangers ,
Such A cold night,
A girl I met,
Beauty as if,
Felt like I know her,
From some other life,
I think she was Running away ,
Just Like me,
Saturday 26th January 2019 5:24 am
Soon, you’ll be loved in all the right ways by the man who will worship you like you are the sun and the brightest star in his galaxy because you are not merely just a shooting star that goes out quickly after some time - you are his sun, the brightest and most beautiful star there is to see... So bright that the world can’t help but be drawn into the turns and pulls of your atmosphere and everyth...
Monday 5th March 2018 10:23 am
Spell-binding hammer-pounded sunlight retina-
flinches squint-eyed revel-faces. Crowd folk lost in
head clouds slow-revolve whilst time is on leave, passing
without fail – stopping to tell me not to hurry,
moving on unnoticed, startling late-crowds with
midnights and an early, well spent sun rise. Band-lulled
we join a synchronised gyro-walk, pacing the
flow-gyratory past fo...
Saturday 6th January 2018 10:14 pm
Here I go again
Explaining another quirk to some bullshit that happened years ago
I don't keep journals anymore
I hate writing in pen, normally
Someone always saw
Someone always spoke
I always saw some psych
So I never published under my own name
For fear of commitment
In a sense
And here I am
Ashamed of my behavior
Knowing how damaged I sound
"Considering the many things
Sunday 26th November 2017 4:26 am
I don't feel worthy of this earth.
It's a bright and happy day today.
I feel a fraud amongst it all.
As kids and parents play.
Sandcastles, colourful buckets and plastic spades,
Happy laughter fills the air.
Desperate darkness clouds it.
There is no point, no joy, no end,
I am hollow and so void.
I smile and wave and look the part,
Each photo frames the day.
Behind the mask the c...
Friday 2nd June 2017 9:42 pm
Sunday 19th April 2015 7:57 pm
In love, a delicious drowning feeling,
Where stillness surrounds us, contrasting
A movie-like, high speed madness around us,
Bypassing us, because our love is frozen in time,
Growing now like the first buds in a spring passion,
Our touch electric-like, brings us closer than skin,
So close, that our hearts beat like one heart,
So close, that we drea...
Wednesday 30th October 2013 7:44 pm
It's a very sad day when a Loved one dies
human or animal we all only have one life
so we gotta live it up for the ones that pass
too the fullest on this earth is what I'm aiming at.
So let's up those downs and make the bad more better.
Even if you're feeling like shit or rained on by bad weather
you can overcome the end of this glitch called living
by cooking up you...
Monday 20th August 2012 5:44 pm
This poem is a collaboration between myself and another poet, J.R.Morgan. You can find her work here. www.J-r-morgan.tumblr.com
Bold is myself, Italics is Morgan.
Bland winds hold her hand
as they lead her through the scent of lilac promises
exhaled from decomposed breath.
They carry her down to the riverbank
where Zephyrus winds churn the
tides to the ri...
Thursday 5th January 2012 11:11 am