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
Stephen Gospage on YOU'RE THE TORIES IN DISGUISE
4 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Whisper from Ukraine
4 hours ago
Jon on Imaginary imaginings
14 hours ago
Robert C Gaulke on School of Life Detention
20 hours ago
John Coopey on YOU'RE THE TORIES IN DISGUISE
22 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on School of Life Detention
23 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Truth About Poetry
1 day ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Limerick Triptych about Dypstychs [The Life and Loves of Union Jack]
1 day ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Haiku for 2025 [No. 48. We’re with you Greta!]
1 day ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on YOU'RE THE TORIES IN DISGUISE
1 day ago