Poetry Blogs (2011, Hope)
Feel like a fugitive in my own life, kind of use to it and enjoy it. Filling the gap where your life and love should be. Do you know how fucking alone I am now? That doesn't matter. My views go to ink, captured in my poems. What will you think when you read it?
I know you exist, somewhere. If you didn't, I'd be totally alone.
What if you don't exist a...
Friday 16th December 2011 10:55 pm
Take a look into my eyes,
And maybe we will find
that between you and me
It's the way that love should be.
She told me I had beautiful eyes
her heart said friends
and her mouth did too...
and my mind's confused now I'm not with you.
See I can be the best friend that I have been for years
or I can be the guy that can hold you near.
But I can't be this.
You said you don...
Saturday 15th October 2011 11:50 pm
The shop fronts are bordered up where only weeks ago a town sparked with life,
Deserted streets people no longer content to roam.
Ghosts of the riot prowl the corners,
A wall of rememberance thoughts of a City that was once great.
Touching messages from a loved one,
Quotes from the words of stars, do they understand their meaning or is it just a repeated parroted back phrase...
Saturday 20th August 2011 12:45 pm
crocus buds burst forth
peep and poke through dunes of white
winter bows to spring
when the sun begins to shine again
life's vital truths made clear at road's end
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Friday 1st April 2011 2:24 am
Hope is ...
Carried away on ocean tides.
surround the lighthouse.
Sometimes wounds bleed a darker red,
staining blurred snippets of memory,
from impoverished depths.
Bubbles rise to the surface
pouring out bottled tears.
Rotating light shines,
illuminating the edges of sadness.
Waiting to rescue lost souls
and abandoned ...
Tuesday 22nd March 2011 5:50 pm
There are days
that songs are stifled
or the throat hoarse and weary
No more do notes glide softly -
raking leaves strewn across
the littered lawn
their butterfly wings
hung up in the wait
for another sunny day.
There are nights
that stars squander
on unappreciative lovers
roaming listlessly by
a moonlit shore
their brilliant points
Wednesday 16th March 2011 4:48 pm