existential crisis (Remove filter)
Pacing with present without tense
O what a world we have,
Or the world which have
Us;
Sent some
total population to grave;
How naive
Was I,
not to understand,
It was all a lie;
Said by
The absolute victor,
After his victory was nearby.
We have shortcomings,
And stories that are saddening.
But it never was a reason,
To stop marching;
As if it was a treason.
What if
...
Wednesday 30th October 2024 2:54 pm
fingers on the paper (here, a long poem will die)
Saturday 15th April 2023 11:06 pm
Who Am I?
A storm trapped in a rain drop
Hurricane wrapped in a wave
Hundred mile winds twisting within a breeze
Devastating quakes in every stone
Dirt speckled snow blanketed over bones
A forest of memories behind a cosmic window
Ash curls out into nebulous tendrils of purple and blue
A ghost of an echo
No longer able to self recognize
Thursday 7th December 2017 3:56 pm
Recent Comments
Graham Sherwood on Return to Waterloo
1 hour ago
Graham Sherwood on One thing becomes another
2 hours ago
Mike Bartram on 'Baby Bear'
2 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Forgive, Not Forget
4 hours ago
Naomi on THE CRACK IN THE SHELL
5 hours ago
Naomi on THE CRACK IN THE SHELL
5 hours ago
K. Lynn on We Rise
5 hours ago
branwell kent on Bill
8 hours ago
John Coopey on MY MAN
11 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on We Rise
14 hours ago